DarkPoet
Ex-Bluelighter
"Born with a dream in my heart I've always known she's out there somewhere" So speaks the incurable romantic.
Always searching you cast an eye over so many that just don't resonate, wearing your dream on your sleeve for all to see and some to abuse.
Sometimes you forget you're searching but then, there you are, appraising another and finding them without a dream to match.
"I've seen her, felt her in my heart and in my dreams" So speaks the incurable romantic.
If you passed her on a street, in a bar on the road to nowhere, would not your heart cry out in recognition?
If you saw her picture would not your soul know the face before you?
I wonder, would you know her by her eternal searching, isn't it right that if you are looking for her then she is looking for you also?
"Perhaps she has given up and now sleeps, protected by strong presences, surrounded by impenetrable walls to keep the harsh world of hapless suitors away."
Perhaps she exists merely in that dreaming mind, serving only to fuel the romance in your heart until another snaps you free of this obsession.
"When I find her she will know me as I will know her, love is real and so is the persistence of my search" So speaks the incurable romantic.
Truly the desire for an end to searching clouds the judgement and fevers the mind and yet, it is the search that brings the small fulfillments and constant motions.
Possibly it is a tactic of avoidance, never touching earth for fear of entrapment, and yet the search continues.
When should you call it a day, how much of your story do you share for mayhap it is her but she doubts the dream and awaits your confirmation but if you give it how can you trust that she is real?
"I will know her, she will know me we will know and all else will cease to be of concern, wrapped in dreams of love for warmth back into the cold I go" So speaks the incurable romantic.
D.P.0.4.
Always searching you cast an eye over so many that just don't resonate, wearing your dream on your sleeve for all to see and some to abuse.
Sometimes you forget you're searching but then, there you are, appraising another and finding them without a dream to match.
"I've seen her, felt her in my heart and in my dreams" So speaks the incurable romantic.
If you passed her on a street, in a bar on the road to nowhere, would not your heart cry out in recognition?
If you saw her picture would not your soul know the face before you?
I wonder, would you know her by her eternal searching, isn't it right that if you are looking for her then she is looking for you also?
"Perhaps she has given up and now sleeps, protected by strong presences, surrounded by impenetrable walls to keep the harsh world of hapless suitors away."
Perhaps she exists merely in that dreaming mind, serving only to fuel the romance in your heart until another snaps you free of this obsession.
"When I find her she will know me as I will know her, love is real and so is the persistence of my search" So speaks the incurable romantic.
Truly the desire for an end to searching clouds the judgement and fevers the mind and yet, it is the search that brings the small fulfillments and constant motions.
Possibly it is a tactic of avoidance, never touching earth for fear of entrapment, and yet the search continues.
When should you call it a day, how much of your story do you share for mayhap it is her but she doubts the dream and awaits your confirmation but if you give it how can you trust that she is real?
"I will know her, she will know me we will know and all else will cease to be of concern, wrapped in dreams of love for warmth back into the cold I go" So speaks the incurable romantic.
D.P.0.4.
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