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...