You!

Where are you? Who are you?

Did I accidentally pass you by?

Have I ever seen you in earthly garb?

Doesn't a woman want to show her attire?

Would I recognize you if you sat by me?

Am I pure enough to sense such vibes?

The very thought of you sets me aflutter;

Excitement n' loneliness pulsate at once.

Though I know not your earthly garb,

I know you; miss ya through n' through.

Through the years, I've pictured you,

If you can believe me, a thousand ways.

With almost every passing woman I asked,

Though silently, almost in prayer, "Is it you?"

If this is what I undergo, what do you feel?

I wonder what storms rage your heartscape.

They say that women are more emotional,

That their heartscapes are far more volatile.

So if I am wanting in our Creator's eyes,

I pray that He join us, at least for your sake.

As you must be the more precious of us,

Your dreams n' yearnings deserve fruition.

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