I wrote you a poem today -
praised you from eyebrows
exhorted the wonders of your mind,
the miracle of your voice.
a rhythmic essay
to your hands
and their gentle pathways
and the feeling
of your breath
in my ear.
I wrote today
the poem of you
just as I wrote it yesterday
and will write it again tomorrow
until I find you.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
And far too many of us have found and lost what we found by overlooking it after many years by forgetting what it was we found. Very nice write.
I like the timeless quality to this, the ideal in your mind, the sureness that that person is there. Nice job.