You can feel a presence nearby
even when no one is around.
You try to hear the voices of the night
but mine is the only sound.
You stare at a photograph
as your fingers brush the face,
but you feel the warmth of my skin
instead of a glossy surface.
You can see me
when I am alone at night,
my pen dancing on paper
underneath the candlelight.
But is it just a dream
or a clever insight?
Maybe, just maybe,
one day we might.......
Will the longing ever stop?
Will the emptiness persist?
Will our lips ever meet in an eternal kiss?
Will our hearts beat as one?
Will we win in the end?
Or will loneliness be our only friend?
The secrets reveal,
and the mystery unfolds,
you give in to fate and admit that
its me you long to hold.
I lay underneath the stars
still holding on to what I believe-
that fate has strange ways of working
for those not too blind to see.
When two people
are meant to be,
know that fate
will make it a reality.
And in the final moments
of solitary,
our prayers will be answered,
and maybe, just maybe.......
