poem

I do not know you well,
but what I know Enchants me,
like a song sung far away.

I cannot hear the words,
but what they sayHangs softly on the hills where I must go.
I see you furtively and note your eyes,
Hazel and dreamy, your spirit half elsewhere;

I note the sheen of your dark,
lustrous hairAnd wish I knew your thoughts and shared your cries.
This love brings me sweet pain,

but I want more,
Driven by a dream I can't control.
I want the truth of you,
untamed and whole;
In frantic hope I haunt your open door.

Mia...