Seconds collecting as minutes become
hours lapsing as days...
Time would pass virtually unnoticed if not for thoughts
Each moment brings a breath of fresh air to inflate my
Perhaps just as natural is the passion for her that fills
Having little experience to guide me, I must question my
Aware that loneliness has the power to betray the senses,
Never will I accept that she is merely the figurehead of
In the morning dawn, faint images of a dream fade from
Efforts to recall visions from my slumber reward me with
Looming just beyond my mind's grasp, she has not vanished
Yesterday has ended to welcome today with quiet
reflections of her.
Never have I felt such surges of emotion as now engulf my
Numbing though it is to bury feelings so joyfully
Reality must calm my selfish heart and quell my passions.
Oh, that she might enjoy but a fraction of my sentiment!
Sharing in the excitement, perhaps she would soon
So more real than imagined, to this man, she is truly
© AMBRESS, Oct. 1993