You whisper sweet melodies to my ears
Your words and harmonies invite me nearer
I slip through my boundary of restraint
In your arms I hope to fall if I should faint
But the fact remains that you're always a dream away
So I'll think of you often here as I lay

Let not the fear stop you from discovering yourself and going where  you belong

While we have nothing much to express to one another....let's allow this state to envelop us....

I learnt a new word today
Forlorn, penned a fellow poet
The feeling of pitiful, abandoned or lonely
How this poem spoke to me
About you, but more clearly about me

Can I resist you Forlorn or will that increase our connection ?
Will I resist you Forlorn or have our existences now been firmly welding together?

We were once connected in happiness and sorrow, an attachment that I couldn't fathom

As we grew closer the lines became blurred and joy, anger, hope visited us often

Confusion and pain seemed to have overtaken anything that was before

Then you distanced yourself from me, to save any kind of memory and for focus

I thought I needed you and hoped to be in your life again soon

Time passed and my emotions were erratic, accepting, anger and then one of great loss which you echoed

As I saw you sitting there today, I felt ordinary to you, the connection seemed to have faded or at least my ego felt numb

The thought of you now leaves me analysing what was, what is and what will be

It doesn't matter if you are a rose or a dandelion, it only matters that you are.

You entered the museum like a professional born to examine the pieces on display
And as you observed, questioned and pondered your face in turn reflected  your thoughts
My gaze shifted from the subjects to you
You drew me in
I observed, questioned and pondered upon my new subject, the real work of art that is you
With the other pictures on the wall existing merely as the background