Perhaps I will not
Have his name
Maybe it's only a
Game
We play
However
Some sweet day
I will be
In a mind
That will free
Me
From myself
Give perfect wealth
Man riches
I need
In my life
I want those
Treasures
As his wife
And if they
Do not
Come
I will
Live on
Sadness will
Not be gone
And I will breathe
Slowly
Silently
Spiritually
For him
At this
Place In my life
Not his wife
Only his friend
To make amends
For all the cost
Of loving one
So far away
Wanting to be
In his arms tonight
When I cannot
Just caught up
In Fantasy
That wanting makes real
Because
I am am a woman
And I feel
Life leaves no
Accidents
We met
Not a collusion
But a decision
To be
Me and you
You and me
In poetry
Now on google
It may be
Two names
Together
If looked up
As though
I look to
The heaven
Of his
Brown eyes
Shooting
Stars to
Oregon skies.
