I am living the dream Living my churning, yearning, ambitious schemes Childhood castles in the air Become a winding staircase to who-knows-where Always higher, always more Always a wish to beach another illusive shore And yet, as I look upon what I possess I feel one very sharp, painful absence The one thing for which I crave most Is still far from me, on some undiscovered coast Eros, that love most fair Still hides from me, though I sense her presence in the air A dear and kind friend have I To whom I would willingly give my heart's supply But love (or its *******) is ever blind and blinding And so his thoughts for me I have no hope of finding And since Eros must live both ways If he ever leaves, I will never have predicted him to stay So I shall simply sigh and turn away And live the dream while my favorite wish stays at bay
This poem is meant to express a momentary, melancholic lapse of a single lady, not to be bitter or resentful towards the "friend" in question. Quite the opposite! I am so very honored to hear him call me a friend that I (quite naturally, I suppose) wish for more. But I do not believe in sitting idle waiting for an answer to the heart's many questions. Instead, let us women pursue our passions and find love in the journey. Cheers!