To Dwell in Capture

My heart is divided
with moments of him
captured in part, like love-me,
love-me-not petals
with hope, in the answers not given.
I understand what he thinks I don't.
I serenade myself in wishes,
each night a lullabye of him
to dream me through the night.
But when morning comes,
the truth shows its face,
mixed emotions overtake
and my heart divides
into smaller shares.

I have spelled upon him all I can.
I have reached for the impossible,
often inspired by words, so warm at times
that my heart melts into whole
and its rhythm skips a beat
so I can catch my breath,
feeling the magic of his touch, once again.

I believe that somewhere out there
is another like me...
One on one, one for one, not a temporary fix
but the kind as I once had before,
to last at least another 30 years
or until my end.

It will be my homecoming, a place in my life
where I fit in, where I am understood,
and understand back,
where temptation is ours to fulfill
mine to him and he to mine,
and where forever means exactly that.
It will be my rebirth, and I will be bound
by its perimeter to always be, to always love,
to face together all that comes our way,
to dwell in his capture, forever.

M

thank you BloomingRose for the inspiration of your response "Capture those moments that dwell in your heart"

"Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less."
(Will Moss)

~ Time has cast a spell on you
  So you won't ever forget me ~

If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again.