Just one person required to think me amazing, <br />just one voice desired to whisper I make him <br />crazy, only one pair of arms for a feeling of <br />sweet romance, as I listen entranced to the <br />voice in my mind and lean back in the arms <br />conjured by my thoughts <br /> <br />As I listen to my fantasy using the sounds <br />supplied by reality to create the atmosphere <br />in which I am cherished and I can love him <br />also, a sphere in which I can hear his every <br />thought and he can hear mine, in which I can <br />see his intents and he can see mine <br /> <br />A sphere in which our spirits intertwine, a magic <br />atmosphere in which we can dance to the original <br />tune of the universe, a sphere in which he is mine <br />and I can be his and I can feel his hand holding <br />mine, his heart blossoming to encompass mine, <br />his mind entering my dreams <br /> <br />What a wonderful thought, what a bewitching way <br />to while the time away until he appears<br /><br />Margaret Alice Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/until-he-appears/
