Feeling lonely and unloved
I took a friends advice
I surfed the net until I met
A man I could admire
He was the perfect man for me
He filled me with desire
He courted me with every plea
and filled my soul with fire
Every night and every dawn
Waiting for him to appear
didn’t care how long it took
That he mightn’t, made me fear
He was my lover as well as best friend
I was his heroine, he my hero
Just the wrong word uttered one day
not meant to offend caused him to stray
I miss him more than words can say
I hope he reads this through one day
And maybe, maybe, with hindsight
he will realise I did not slight
In my dreams I roam the moor
Looking for my hero
I wont give up, never let go
When I find him my heart will soar
Only then my soul will heal
Only my woodsman can make me feel
My heart burst into fire
He is the object of my dreams
The object of my desire
Laurena Pamela Willetts
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-my-woodsman/
