Until One Day
Although I've loved before
Bliss was measured day by day.
Cheerful moments dulled in empty rooms,
Devoid of a kindred spirit.
Each day started the same,
Famished dreams were
Graced by fervent
Hopes of ever finding "You".
Inside I cried,
Just me, alone.
Kindled embers
Languished in shadows -
Mesmerizing lonely glows,
Never meant to burn again,
Only to wait, only to wait.
Perhaps love will never come again,
Quelled by fear of pain,
Reminded of fickle
Suffocating sophisticates -
Tempting liars lost...like me.
Until one day "You" walked in,
Veronique, more beautiful than your name,
With a heart that sings, and with
X's and O's that I can hold.
Your breath is that soft
Zephyr that once again ignites a flame.
I've never known a Veronique, nor do I wish to -
some things are best left to dreams...
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