I want to write a poem for you,
engender with it magical calm...
a message in print, the voice of my heart,
the love I know when we touch

I need you to feel the joy in my breast
though I will never show you my words,
I want you to feel with one look in my eyes
how you bring happiness into my life

your company is needed, desired by me
I dream of your sweet smell, (your touch)
I want to write something all but surreal,
to reach through the stars to your heart.

Though I love you,
somehow more each day,
you can never know, I can never reveal
the feelings that won't go away.

Through closed eyes I see each gesture you make
as a turning point in your heart,
but deep inside I know false hope isn't true~

once again, you're resigned to my dreams...

so goodnight my secret, goodnight my darling,
goodnight my inspiration. I love you.

04/29/2004

Author's Note: though you may never know it.

Posted on 04/30/2004
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