Her

It’s felt like an eternity,
Not being able to touch, feel or smell her.

Living with others who recognize my presence,
But don’t feel me either.

Being able to help those,
But the hole in my soul is still deep.

I feel like Angel walking among those,
Even though I don’t believe.

If I was to meet her,
I don’t know what I am supposed to feel.

I want to reach out and touch her,
She knows I am touching, but does she ‘feel’ me?

If she looked deep into me,
Looked deep into who I am,
Touch her heart,
So she sees me in new light,
Not touching but feeling.

That’s all I need,
Someone to feel me,
Feel me through and through,
Just I like I do, standing before her now.

She is so perfect in her glory,
And her imperfections that make her who she is,
I want to feel that feeling,
That she feels the same way.

We’ll make our own cities,
Live our own lives,
For each other,
For the feeling we should never lose.

When she rubs my arm,
When she cozies up to me in front of a fire,
When we sit and share ourselves,
Through the nights of silence,
The feeling will never go away,
It shall never pass.

All I want is her,
To describe her like a muse,
When she inspires my energy,
To want to be with her more.

I don’t want her to be scared,
I never want her to feel alone,
I won’t let her be lost,
I don’t want her not to be loved.

This is all I ask,
I would give anything to be with her only once,
To see her see me,
To feel her feel me.

Anything,
Anything at all.