To tomorrow I cast my gaze
Looking only towards my hopes
My dreams of being with you
I let my mind wander through
Endless reality in knowing
That my feelings for you
Are not one-sided but definitely
Being returned every moment.
There are times when I feel
I cannot live another moment
Without being in your arms
However, time will predict
As circumstances dictate
The probability of what we know
To be greater than just a mere possibility.
Someday I hope that I can fill your arms
With my warmth, tenderness and caring
As my feelings for you emanate outward
And fill your innermost being.
Not a moment has gone by
That I have not thought of you.
You fill my body's every cell
And radiate throughout my heart and soul.
I have never felt like I feel when I am with you.
Being with you in person will be the most
exhilarating
Experience I have ever had the pleasure to know.
I know this in my heart and my soul.
There's just something about you that makes me
glow.
When thinking of you my smile is fixed,
My eyes are bright and happy.
I cannot tell you even in a million words
How my feelings for you grow moment by moment.
So with these feeble words spoken above
I am telling you just a small portion of
what I feel for you.
-Poem by Toresea M. Squires
Though I gaze at distant waters
Moon shining up above
Walking along the shoreline
Envisioning your touch upon my hand
Missing you, as you're not here
Grasp white sand
It blows with the breeze
Starts sparkling along the coastline
Lighting up the ocean bright
Longing for your sweet smell
Can find no substitute
Wishing your arms around me
Hoping for one sweet kiss
Look around both sides of me
Sigh, maybe somewhere else.
by Nicholas Alexander
Beginning at the End
My whole life long i've looked for love
desperate; an aching, burning need to fill
the love i seek, mutual, unconditional adoration
respect for you, for me
searching, hunting, needy,
i've looked under rocks for you,
behind closed doors, in smoky taverns, through my
friends.
And you there all along, i see you now
though i've looked at you a hundred times,
through you, around you, behind and beside you,
seeking that sweet pleasure, that fullness in my
heart and soul
in the past, i've seen only loathing in those eyes,
we've quarreled, the spats of lovers,
but no love was there.
Of lately, though, the view has changed,
the thirty years of searching, seeking
your image tells a different story, loathing gone,
love has risen from within the buried depths of you,
the aching, burning desire has cooled and heated,
yet again
as we discover each other
in the mirror.
the love of me begins with me
and only then, does the door crack open
a little, at a time,
to allow an open invitation for the love of me,
and me of others.
-Poem by Kathy R. Weiser
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