daily
speaks to me, with words so sweetly
She soothes this turbulence of my heart.
she stirs calmness to my soul
yet, I try to reach out to her
but she is so far away
I can only cry for her
in my sleep.
If,
and I say, If
she only knew how deep I have fallen
in this ocean of love for her
I am drowning for her, near death
Yet, she keeps alive.
Though
She is only a dream set fire to my soul
I cannot reach her, I cannot see her
she only exist in thousand pages
I have written, just for her
through my years of solitude.
In those pages, I tell her everything
where I have been, what I have done
where I'm going and when I think of her.
Nightly affirmations I send
because
she's must be an angel
an angel
I cannot see, I cannot hear, I cannot touch.
An excruciating love pain
buried within me
she's a living memory
she is a haunting lover
a ghost to me.
I so wish, she were alive
in front of me.
As loving as she is, she tortures me
with this love, I have only, for her.
This invisible, spirit of a woman.
