Tomorrow Poem

sometimes when i close my eyes
your face will take me by surprise
and at these times i feel regret
that you and i have never met
i've never even heard your voice
you know that if i had a choice . . .
still i speak sometimes to you
and what i meant to say was true
but what i said you heard instead
how could you else? my concience bled
my boredom turns so quick to spite
but tears still well in family fights
not a word i know of you
(my poem fell, but my words just grew)
suggests that you are cruel
my lord, i'm such a fool
i will wait for you to come
my patience stretches and then some
when i see you will i find
that you are not gentle and kind?
that is not the joy i seek
to find that you are mild or meek
be flawed; be sweet; be childish and deep
be fragile, outgoing, proud and all-knowing
and if you are not all of these,
with perfection i'll still be pleased

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