I wonder what he looks like, and what he sees when he walks through a park,
I wonder about the colour of his eyes and whether they’re light or dark,
I wish to know of his dreams and desires and of his deepest fears,
I wish to feel the warmth of his breath as he whispers in my ears,
If only I could hold his hand right now and trace the lines on the skin of his palm,
If only I could have his sweet embrace, and fall asleep into his arms,
I wonder too if he loves his family, if he greets the stars at night,
If he appreciates the written word and avoids those pointless fights,
Maybe freckles line his cheeks and maybe they do not,
Perhaps his hair is short and neat, perhaps it billows long,
Who and what this man might be is always on my mind,
'Where?' is the main question though, so far he’s been hard to find…
And soon, some day, we shall meet and our smiles will mirror each others,
And some bless-sed day, we shall kiss and sleep, with hearts beating under the covers.
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