If you only knew
Posted on 28. Jan, 2007 by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Love, Romantic
I met you briefly, our paths crossed like we had been life-long lovers.
For a moment we both knew it was not a casual interlude.
We were not the kind of people to be in love, or at least admit it.
Yet I found myself musing over how easily I fell.
I could not deny my heart was a place of fantasy and illusion,
the kind of wonderland that few can even imagine.
But your eyes saw everything I was, for just a fraction of my life.
You lifted the veil of social controversy long enough to believe.
The striking smile you gave me, the way you felt my words.
A glance across the table as our friends looked unto themselves.
You would make me think there was no dream, no fantasy,
but I could still hear myself say I love you within each thought.
I would say, again and again, to me this only one love.
The kind of story that could be written into a thousand pages.
A tale of serendipity, of the warmest embrace through subtle touch,
and the cool autumn breeze as destiny chooses different paths.
It would be an epic, of midnight passion and secret rendezvous
Partnered with an ending, the heartfelt tears of saying good-bye.
This was not the fantasy, no, it was the tale of two souls dancing.
It was a chapter of life happening by chance and desire.
I would etch my thoughts to textured paper,
for a hundred generations to see after we are gone.
and you could hopefully understand how I spoke,
with each and every word, with every thought, so heartfelt.
You could perhaps share in my love, again and again, to taste it,
like the sensual flavor of fresh strawberries melting on your tongue.
You would hear my desire as if you shared my thirst for it,
whimsically laying upon the comforting green grass with me in your arms.
You would believe in true love. The kind that declares itself in dream.
The faithful searching of a partner unlike any other.
My pages would become torn and worn, my body tarnished with your experiences,
and would happily know that every letter was written for you.
You would care for me as if we had met in life, a secret love affair,
I would not know who you are or if you knew of my intentions.
So I would leave you, knowing this was written for you,
the beautiful soul, the perfect touch as this fable comes to a close.