From Afar she watches as he steps
out of the door.
She watches as he walks along
the garden path, and how he
lingers to smell the roses.
How he stretches backwards taking
in a deep breath of the mornings
fresh air, then letting it out slowly.
The long strides he takes as he walks
in the morning sun.
Always in his t-shirt and blue jeans
his feet bear of shoes.
How his body moves to the rhythm
while he whistles a happy tune.
The smile on his face as he must
be thinking of something sweet.
The gentleness of his hands as he
picks up a fallen sparrow setting it
back in its nest.
How she longs to run to him, to
touch him, to embrace him.
To lay with him in the tall grass
beneath the curtains of white clouds.
To look into his eyes, kiss his tender
lips, and trace the outline of his face
with her fingertips.
Whispering to him how much she
loves him, and she will always
be his.
All these things she longs for could
never be.
He does not know nor would he see,
the place where she watches from.
Or see the look upon her face, or
hear the words I Love You coming
from her heart.
They both come from two different
worlds.
His is reality, hers is fantasy.
She goes unseen by him.
From Afar she can only but watch
him, always love him and dream.
written by: Paula aka Angel Of Love
May 26, 2003