Love Her With Your Heart

Her visits had become infrequent,
the woman in his late-night dreams,
but he was not certain why that was.

His intense affection he had declared to
this beautiful maiden, the one who had
seduced his heart and caressed his soul
in his sleep.

He yearned to see her face once more,
to delight in her perfumed body, to
feel the softness of her skin.

Then, during one of his frequent dreams,
she appeared, floating gracefully as always;
her white dress danced around her
as scented orchids encircled her aura.

A gentle smile adorned her lovely lips
as she silently approached where he slept;
for a short moment he remained silent,
dreadfully fearful of driving her away.

Yet, he needed to know the answer,
and so with great angst, he inquired,
"Why have you distanced yourself from me?"

She gazed at his face for a moment, her eyes
examining his own, as if searching into his heart.

Then she replied, "My own heart has ached,
for I have longed to be with you, but no matter
how deeply I search into your soul,
I can only see that you love me
with your eyes, not your heart."

Upon hearing those words he fast awoke,
and while laying on his bed, he silently wept.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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