My years of searching for someone like you
have been measured, time has taken its toll,
your beauty arrest’s me, fleeting like dust in
the proverbial bowl.
Feelings reached out to me, I thought I found
you and then you were gone, those blue eyes
pierced this poet’s heart, leaving it to bleed and die.
Someone like you, I’ve come so close to meeting,
yet that dividing wall between lust and love has
cursed me, just when I though you were the one,
lust took over and it was nothing more than none.
Yes, my twin, never to be found, yet lingers
like a roses perfume to my nostril as I lay
there in my chamber after a rain, the air is
so calm, and in the mist, you often appear,
yet the distance is but a painful dream,
nothing comes of it. In and out of my life
you’ve appeared, then fall away again.
I’ve had reminders by others of you,
your walk, your curves, the twist of
your head as you flip your long blonde
hair to one side.
I reach out my hand, extending it to pull
them near, but they never reach back,
invisible to me, possibly their telling me,
no one will come even close to what you
lost, so don’t even dare.
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