Chance

I think you are.. yes.. only a dream..

Secretly wanting and wishing for your touch

to see the world through your eyes

Telling nothing, yet sharing everything

and feeling emptiness only when you’re not there

Lonely days are spent without you close by

never saying before what it is I now know

Dreaming dreams yet to become real

opening weary eyes, but not seeing you there

Love is in my heart, fighting to get out

breaking down the fortress within

and waiting no more

Author's Note

All of my poetry comes from the heart.