Awaiting my beloved's arrival i melt when i see her smile at me
and then i hurt when she talks of her true life with another.
She plays vacantly with her hair when not talking to me,her pupils dilate occasionally when we talk
whilst her eyes cause me to melt like ice
on a summers day when i gaze into them.
her unpretentious dress shows the priorities of her heart.
no fashion queen is she.
yet her loveliness and beauty shine out like a lighthouse on the darkest of stormy nights.
i touch and retouch objects she has held,
touching where she has touched and i ponder her thoughts at that time...
whilst my heart dances and misses a beat.
o failing heart where will you lead me?!
where is my hurting soul destined to rest?!
i know this much:
the direction i desire no chart nor compass can guide me to.
so i must wander aimlessly.
a dreamer.
dreams dictated by a love torn heart.
i bow my head and in my heart i wonder what now she does?
her whole being has enveloped me,
smothering me.
i weep.
tears of salt that crystallise in my soul
and burn my veins.
How will i be in this world without her?
will my pounding heart survive the torture until she returns?
it will.
but with battle fatigue and deep wound caused by her absence.
when dusk's covers fall tonight
my Aphrodite...
..i will meet you in my dreams.
