To The one I Love:
You do not know who I am, I know that you have never seen me, but I have seen you. Every week I await the time that I lay my eyes on you, see your beautiful smile that lights up my soul.
I know deep in my heart that we can never be together, we are two very different people, living very different lives.
Our fates, lie elsewhere, our paths destined to never cross, but every week I hold on to the hope that one day you will see me and your beautiful smile will be directed at me, you will hold your strong arms out to me and hold me, to show me that you will always be mine, your soft, husky voice will tell me that you did see me and like me, you thought it could never be, Your eyes will look into my heart and see all the things that are beautiful about me.
It is my silly little girl dream, that on this day I will have the courage to tell you everything I have wanted to say since the first time I saw you.
Until that day arrives, you will forever light up my soul with your smile, and you will always have a place in my heart.
| Oh, this IS romantic in the extreme! Very nicely and very dreftly phrased, a wonderful piece of prose writing here! Excellent stuff! bravo... bravo ... bravo ... michael||| Posted on 2007-06-26 00:00:00 | by Algol46 | [ Reply to This ] || i agree with joey.... TELL HIM!! im a hopeless romantic (truly hopeless) so i empathize with you entirely. this was an amazing piece. i absolutely loved it. definitely a favorites addition! check out a piece i wrote called "Suenos" i think you will enjoy it! good luck with your romantic endeavors!|
|| Posted on 2007-06-01 00:00:00 | by Shadia Dark | [ Reply to This ] || Tell him.||| Posted on 2007-03-01 00:00:00 | by joeyalphabet | [ Reply to This ] || BTW, I've always been in love with Tinkerbell!|
|| Posted on 2007-02-28 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ] || You have an apparent typo on the last line.|
Irony upon irony, what if the gent is having the exact same thoughts? We often do, you know, falling short of having the fortitude to make any first move.
On that someday when you do have the courage, you've ceased to be "a silly little girl". Plus there is always the danger that the fantasy is better than the reality (but thinking that way ruins it). Would it really be "love" or just an infatuation?
It's nice to hear girlish thoughts from time to time.
|| Posted on 2007-02-28 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ] |