Who are you?
My heart longs to know.
For your face is a mystery,
Along with your existence.
Do you know?
That I'm here and waiting for you.
And that these empty hands,
Long and hope to hold yours.
My heart will be yours.
Before we even know.
For if destiny is real,
Then our fates will entwine.
Are you afraid?
That our paths will never cross?
Sleep well then, my dear.
For this is something we share.
Alone, we are not.
Even though we both are.
Our desires are shared,
Where ever you are.
Do you hear me?
My muse of mystery.
My one true love.
**If you even exist.
One of my greatest fears is being unlucky in love, which I honestly believe that I am. I wrote this poem to calm my fears and to keep alive the one thing that I almost forgot how to do. Hope.