I always wished in my wildest dreams
To someday, meet someone like you.
Someone to make me feel special like the
Way you make her feel.
I always wanted to be called,
"My Love"
In that very manner you whisper to her ears
And each time , you look deep into her
Eyes , assuring her that you will forever
Be her protector.
Each time I look at you, I have strength to
Move on.
I know there is more to life Than we care
To admit.
That we can make it work when there
Seemed to be no hope left
With that, woefully, I had hoped.
Hoped more than could manifest.
I had secretly prayed that you look at me
Even just one time.
To see the story that played in the screen of
My gloomy eyes.
That you realize, that I'm the one for you
Secretly, I had prayed.
Supplicated before the heavens to grant
Me the gift of you.
(Laughs in pain) Now it's been 5 years
You are still going strong.
Two kids to add salt to my injury.
Yet I haven't forgotten you.
I still hope you think of me even in your meekest dreams.
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A Compendium Of Feelings To "THE ONE THAT IS TO BE MET". #tfa2017
PoetryA collection of poems written by me in silence, sadness and emptiness. Looking at the world from various perspectives. Life isn't all simple and straightforward. It's filled with twists and turns, magic and splendor. The world is a marvel, be it i...
