The Dream of Our Love

There are times,
In the stillness of the morning,
When my arms are empty,
That you seem like a memory.
A dream,
Far too beautiful to be real,
Far too wonderful to be mine,
To far off to be attained.
In these times,
I realize my weaknesses,
I am assaulted by my faults,
I am brought low and made to be humble.
I hunger,
For the comfort of your touch,
For the sweetness of your kiss,
For fullness of your embrace.
I hope,
To realize the wonder that is you,
To be worthy of the love you give,
To return in some small measure,
The fullness of the same.
Without you I am lost,
Together we sustain,
To grow into the future,
And realize the dream of our love.

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[Aehr]

I can totally relate. I love the description.