ABOUT: For once, a non-depressing poem. It's not really about anyone in particular. My friend Liz wrote a poem about a man that didn't exist, basically, and it was amazing. I thought it was a great idea, and tried to do my own version. Not nearly as good as hers, but hell. I tried. Click here to read more poems.

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My Lover
My lover's smile is like the sun -
It brightens my day, no matter how dreary.
It chases away all that lurks in the dark.
It warms my cold body
And melts the ice on my heart
While chasing away the clouds.

His eyes are like the ocean -
Deep, dark, and mysterious.
They shimmer and gleam when he smiles,
But cloud over and become murky when he frowns.
They're clear but full of secrets.
Boyish and innocent, but old and wise.

My lover's touch is like silk gliding across my skin -
In brief encounters, it is exhilarating,
Filling my body with pleasant tingles.
But when pulled tightly around me,
It's warm and comforting
And keeps me safe and close.

His voice is like a gentle breeze -
Soft and breathy, but strong.
It fills me inside, and wraps around me outside.
It tells me secrets, and laughs with me.
Sometimes its warm, caring, and gentle,
Other times it's refreshingly cold.

My lover is right in front of me -
But still so far away.
I reach out for him, but am denied.
I long for the day when I can feel his touch,
Fall into his arms, bask in his beautiful smile,
And hear his marvelous voice profess his love for me.