Author: Unknown
Wondering if I'll ever hold his hand.
Wondering if I'll ever whisper sweet words in his ears.
Wondering if I'll ever get the chance to meet him,
to touch him,
to love him,
to fall in love with him.
I know he's out there somewhere.
Some unique place that I haven't look yet,
heard of yet,
thought of yet,
dreamt of yet.
Very much wanting to quit mesmerizing about him,
Hoping someday we'll get the chance to embrace,
to have fun,
to have conversation,
to date.
Until then,
Until that precious day that we do meet,
I can only dream for this fantasy to become reality.
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Posted: Apr 2010
About this poem:
I'm a writer. I have written hundreds of different pieces. Ever since I was a little girl.
I wrote this poem in the spur of the moment. I wrote as I thought the words. It is one of the rare poems that I've written that don't rhyme but the words go together in a free verse sense.
It's sort of a dreamy, misty love poem that is loosely inspired by my life. I'm kind of half looking, half not looking, but altogether hoping that I meet that special one someday.
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