Why is it that the faster I run towards it the further away it seems
Love
Am I destined for shadows, empty masses of luring movements hiding behind me, disappearing each time I turn, fading on a cloudy day forever just out of reach
(Your's is the smile Love that makes my smile smile)
Why is my puzzle always missing that one perfectly fitting piece that creates a beautiful picture of a country landscape, an ocean scene at night, or a heart that is complete, leaving a gap in my happiness
(Why can't you see Love it was always you and me)
The last page of a mystery thriller torn out by the desire to know, ripped from its binding, jagged paper edges seeking a conclusion that doesn’t come from reading between the lines
(Every time I wait Love it always is too late)
I sat in a garden on a beautiful spring day pulling petals off of a forget-me-not just hoping she loves me I should have known the cycle would end with “me not”
(I just want to love you Love to show you that it's true)
Maybe if I write it enough times Maybe if I were a glazed donut Maybe if I were a fresh cup of coffee on a Sunday morning Maybe if I were a cocker spaniel puppy Maybe if I was a soft comfortable pillow Maybe if I were a poet