By: John E. Murray, III
I await…
I await the purest of inspirations,
The mirror of my soul,
My soulmate.
Have I seen her beauty?
I know not.
But, I have envisioned how her eyes sparkle
With a youthful exuberance and incomparable brilliance.
Have I heard her voice?
I know not.
But, the sweet melodies she sings,
Chimes in time with my delicate heart strings.
Have I savored her lips?
I know not.
But, such delicacies are reserved for only the finest tables,
And, I have yet to receive that invitation.
Have I scented her fragrance?
I know not.
But an alluring aroma has drifted past every now and then
On the fresh, exciting breeze of many evenings.
Have I felt her hand?
I know not.
But a soft touch has, at times, settled on and silenced
My thunderously thumping and perpetually pounding heart.
Have I sensed her,
Yes, oh yes…every day in many ways.
This is why I linger and hope stays.
I await the purest of inspirations,
The mirror of my soul,
My soulmate.
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