There is something about love that makes everyone dream of getting it. There are the flowers, the dinners, those things I dream of too. But they are not the main things. I miss the affection of having someone else look into my eyes and make my knee weaken, or the feeling a simple action like joining his hands to mine can make me feel. I miss the hugz, the knowing you matter feelings. yet I do not know why I miss them so, when I have never witnessed them before.
your hands brushing over mine,
your eyes looking deep inside
you know,
I am yours forever
It would be lovely if I ended up with a poet. I would love to get sultry poetry woven with me in mind. Or a writer, actually, any sort of artist would be nice…it would be like a dream come true.
So why have I not met anyone? I don’t know….I think I have been looking, maybe just not in the right places. Yet now I am looking no more….I will await love to come find me. Just don’t make me wait too long!
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