Imagination of Love
the touch of his face
the cool morning breezes of
the untouchable wind
feels so magical
unpredictable
almost fictional
knowing his soft lips are so
kissable.
his eyes
the shape of the moon
the scent of perfume
feelings of butterflies
yet an unopen cocoon.
his hands
his feet
an unknown heartbeat
the smell of flowers
a lovely white dove
the feeling
the senses
his imagination of love
desire and happiness
series of pain
confused and hopeless
standing in the rain
he's no where around
but i can feel him
nowhere to be found
but i will meet him
the sky, the ocean, the birds
in the tree
he is not blind
though he cannot see
the emotions and desires
for him inside of me
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