I know a beauty
Even though we never met
She has my thoughts
She has my dreams
Where is she?
How can we be?
I feel like I miss her every day
I imagine soft spoken, sweet sounding
And a personality smelling of brown sugar and vanilla
I hope one day we can meet
And walk through a blooming orchard in spring
I could carry you high above my head
While we fall to the ground
Eyes locked and lips connecting.
C.R. Blazo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-she-is/
