Just seeing his handsome face is never enough
I long for him to reach out to me
To gently cup my face in his strong hands
To look deeply into my wondering eyes
To say those three serious words with all of his heart
My heart would flutter and I would whisper the words back
He would slowly curl his lips into a heart-stopping smile
And he would press his warm, flushed lips to mine
I would want to stay in the pose for all eternity
For if I died after those words and that kiss from him
I would die with a look a joy across my face
And, possibly, a slight smile would be dancing on my lips
But this is just a longing: A fantasy
For my true love is not mine and never will be
His heart and deep looks belong to another
And as my once wondering eyes fill with tears
I begin to wonder if I will ever love another
The same way I love him in my breaking heart
Why is just seeing his face never enough?
Because I can never be wholly satisfied
By just seeing it in front of my aching soul.
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