My Hearts Desire
He stares at this work of art when I’m not looking.
I admire his silhouette from a distance.
He wants to say something but doesn’t know how.
Yet my love barely knows of my existence.
I think about the warmth that we could possibly share,
As I live this elegant moment in time.
I can only dream of our bodies harmonizing into one,
Because in reality I understand that he’ll never be mines.
He creates an image inside of his mind,
On what it would feel like to have me near.
And although there is another male contour standing next to me,
I can only dream of his frame and soul standing here.
He fantasizes about taking the place of my companion.
And I willingly join him by taking his hand.
We complete a voyage of eternal love…
…as I’m snapped back into the present by my actual man.
My mate can feel a difference but can’t confront the truth,
That the woman he loves is slowly slipping away.
Her heart is being stolen by the one that she has adored before him,
And this feeling of loss is growing rapidly every day.
She can’t break his heart because she’ll feel selfish,
But in the process I know that I’ll be breaking my own.
And to breakup with someone that truly cares about her,
Would not only be heartless but wrong.
So therefore I can only imagine being with my loves presence,
And my love can only dream of being with me.
We have to live with the fact that we can only adore each other from afar,
Which means that likely we could never, ever be.
The unity of our mind body and soul,
Was the one thing that my heart desired.
Since I have to think of someone else for a change,
The lust and adoration for him would have to burn in the fire.
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