Laebedah's Poetry

[laebedahs]

I long to hold her in my arms
to brush my finger across her face
and stare her into eyes forever.
I wish to hold her closely
oh, to kiss those lips
to feel her warmth against mine
and run my fingers playfully through her hair
I know not what I would do with myself.
Would I die?
Would it just seem like it?

If she knew the way I felt
more than just knowing I like her
what I write
what I long to tell her
would she be afraid?
Or would she embrace?
Would she be with me?

If only that could be!
But I know
it may never be.

So many question I know may never be answered.
I know I should not get caught up
with what does not exist
but I cannot help myself.
Is it loneliness, despair, discontent?