I saw you, your image so clear,
Are you the boy once blurred, now near?
I don't know what to say, That felt unreal,
Yet I yearn to relive Those moments surreal.
A blurry-faced boy in my dream,
Now I imagine you with a gleam.
What can I do? I'm mesmerized by you,
A fleeting vision, yet I long for you.
Your name was Ian—but Ian who?
I'm so confused, I keep wondering too!
I wish to feel you in reality's stream,
But how, when you're just a boy in my dream?
I woke from that vision, It felt insane,
Yet here I am, penning This refrain.
A poem for a boy Unreal, unseen,
Yet in my heart, You've surely been.
So many questions left unasked,
I wish to know, to be unmasked.
How can I, when I crave this feel?
I want to stop, yet can't conceal,
Because you linger,
Like a fog unclear,
A mystery that draws me near.
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Tears Of Love
PoetryThis poem explores the bittersweet experience of admiring someone who doesn't quite fit the image of the "perfect" partner you once envisioned. It delves into the tension between fantasy and reality, reflecting on the beauty of imperfections, the un...
