She had always believed, in a naïve bit of way,
of what life may induce on her senses and needings,
drained as she was, she had never gave up,
he was never too far- his invention of feelings.
A true match to her heart, to her lips, to her fingers,
attuned in his charms to her mind and perception,
he just had to be there, alive and existing,
with her image, if weary, as his only affection.
“Forget it”, they said, “This obsession is futile”,
“Life is taking and giving, there’s no truth that’s complete!”
still, whether he had been close- or hopefully nearing,
she had not a proof that indeed they would meet.
Beliefs made authentic, and dreams come to life,
and once in a billion, is still a chance to be won,
he just had to be there, she was right all about it,
she just had to be believe-- for their hearts to become one.”
(xxxxxxxxxxx for my king xxxxxxxxxxxx)