this woman

In my mind roams a woman I thought I’d never meet. One so unique I never knew I could sweep her off her feet. She’s lived in here for so long, I can not do without her. Words that come from her heart speak to me without a slur. Softy touching my ear as I loose all control of me. Sinking in she’s a dream reality hardly ever gets right as we plead. Searching years at some point to find someone so rare. One how actually cares and fills the void of all that’s lost and bare. This woman came to me a long time ago when we did not know. Only to be rejoined with one another and a little thing called love. Expressing how I feel is not so hard from when I get my chance. Yet finding the correct words to release, fit for her and this dance. It’s not as easy when letters get re-arranged in the throat. Pausing as if to choke, or squeezed by a rope. She’s that one person some of us find that we can not do without. And the only thing stopping it from happening is self’s drought. Becoming me is what it did best in the time I had to rethink me. Yet I didn’t know a thing for I am more me now than when I was free. And that’s a statement confusing so many as free is being self as I am. I’ve become a man I was dying to become with her in our life together. Completing this individual, as pieces lost are put back that was severed. In my mind she’s my every thought in which a man craves. No, men don’t want anyone to know it until she appears in a frame. In white and lace with trim that gives pleasure to a joyous smile. Knowing from that point on, every moment spent will never be forgotten and always worth while.