Poetry (2015-2017)

My Dream.

I often wonder if what they say is true.
That there's one perfect person out there.
Waiting to reunite with their other lost half.
It seems like such a fantasy day dream.

All these lonely nights must be worth something.
People keep telling me that it'll happen someday.
The faith I get every time I look up to the night sky.
And wish upon a star, wondering if someone is too.

Cliche worlds always seem so predictable.
But what matters is the unexpected sentiment.
My soul is a secret romantic just waiting to burst.
All for that one person who's due to be mine.

Someone who only cares about ourselves.
So much that they forget about the world.
Because we live in our own little wonderland.
The rabbit hole is our protective barrier of love.

Someone who dances with me like no one's watching.
Whether it's performing in the kitchen to classic rock.
Or dancing spontaneously in the street like John & Yoko.
Because all we see is each other and our little perks.

Someone who only needs to see the lying look on my face.
To know that I'm dying inside and that I need them desperately.
Someone who fights with all their will to never give up on me.
Someone who's life goal is to shower me with eternal happiness.

Someone who tirelessly spends every waking moment with me.
Whether it's 2am in the morning because insomnia is my struggle.
Or standing by my side in a large gathering of unknown strangers.
Even waiting in the hospital with me because I need their strength.

Someone who doesn't lose interest, someone who always listens.
Someone who doesn't care who I become, because they love me for me.
My constant companion and soulmate in this endless journey we call life.
Because god knows I'd spend the rest of my life doing the same for them.

~ Love is real, real is love ~
~ Love is feeling, feeling love ~
~ Love is wanting to be loved ~
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So I'm not really a cliche person so writing this was quite the challenge. Secretly, I love the old fashioned way that gentlemen treated their ladies with. The effort, the constant admiration, the respect, the gratefulness they showed to them. It's nothing like how men treat women today. Sadly, it's become too 'cliche' and unmanly to do that. But there's a big difference between cliche words and sentimental gestures. And plus, a man who doesn't do romance has no heart.

I imagine love to be very much like background piano in John Lennon's love song.
Gentle and precious, you know you have to take very good care of it.

Funnily enough, I wrote a poem about this sort of thing awhile ago. It was my 40th poem and now this is my 60th poem. So I'll dedicate it to 'him' again. I love you.

Sincerely Yours,
Liliana.