My love who is not

I lay in drifting colours

The words etched in my mind

A thought of perfection

Utterly divine

Solitary confinement

I live in the company of you

My love who is not

My dream that cannot be

 

I am a floating butterfly

Carried on the breeze

Your name, but a memory

Your touch a hopeless wish

Alone or lonely

My love who is not

My dream that cannot be

 

I sail, a cloud above you

You sail the seven seas

I cannot help but wonder

If you ever think of me

Quiet to rival silence

My love who is not

My dream that cannot be

 

I conjure a fairytale

Romance has hit my path

Perhaps when eyes meet again

We'll have our merry dance

Muted, stilled

My love who is not

My dream that cannot be

 

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Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

this is a really great write about longing for that person. It is hard when we travel in different circles of life and sometimes live miles apart. this has a yearning and longing to it that makes me feel almost hopeless. My favorite stanza is the on with the butterfly floating over. Great description in this poem.

[Jibey]

Sad, sad... our dreams are good but seldom realised... I loved the sense of wistful regret, the resignation to the unpalatable truth...