In Pursuit of Love

In Pursuit of Love

-Linda Lee Lyberg

 I feel your presence

from across the room

And sense impending danger.

Have we met,

Too late, too soon

Are you my Intimate stranger?

Have my dreams made you

Real flesh and white bone

Or am I now dreaming?

Your tender kiss could warm

My heart made of stone

But feeling is believing.

 

As my eyes pursue

A glimpse of you

I see you watching me

Are you hoping and

waiting for my cue

To set my soul free?

 

Intimate Stranger leave me alone

For you are not really there.

Because if you were

You are the one

To leave my soul

Stripped bare.

previously posted on Charmed Chaos

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