I loaf around with vision of you from afar
With bearing of a genteel and high-bred soul
I keep an eye on you with smiles of glee
Your wide smile seems never to wither
Deep in my slumber you embrace my dreams
And we sway to music with our hearts in murmur
The warmth of breath flushes on my face
As you see through my soul with gentle gaze
Now a reality I wish was a world in surrealism
Where life is all an illusory man’s work of art
Not a breath of life with spiritless in the inner self
Coldhearted and naive to what love is all about
In truth I embrace you but lifeless to warm me
Your stare wonders in the realm of nothingness
Sightless to see a countenance of beauty
A heart of wood a love synonymous to naught
I care less if love is never to be given back
Like music to the ears love stays in my heart
Suffice to appease and never to fizzle out
He is solely mine to give life to his heart
by: Desiree Jauregui
Aug 9, 2009
A piece of poetry I wrote about a woman who finds an illusory happiness in loving a mannequin in a man's form. She fears the love in her world of existence, thus, she chooses to love a man who will never mean harm to her. It's just a concocted thought of a fertile imagination.
