Hand and hand I see them go,
backs to me...they could not know
someone's watching them in awe,
longing for SUCH
'e v e r m o r e.'
Wishing for a love as true ...
the precious 'one AND one'
that's 'TWO.'
I stand,
just longing...dreaming on,
'till the distance
blinks them gone
and as I see them disappear...
my envy green
enfolds me
here.
footnote;
Since I wrote this poem ,I have found my 'one'.
Hand and hand I see them go,
backs to me...they could not know
someone's watching them in awe,
longing for SUCH
'e v e r m o r e.'
Wishing for a love as true...
the precious 'one AND one'
that's 'TWO.'
I stand,
just longing...dreaming on,
'till the distance
blinks them gone
and as I see them disappear...
my envy green
enfolds me
here.
The longing run deep in this.. Perhaps it is good that you felt this way at one time.. because now you know what you have.. I see the hope in this.. yet feel the lonliness.
My memories as an immigrant professional woman in Ottawa, Canada 47 years ago. A new life after having survived the liberal war of a new country Bangladesh on December 16, 1971.
Tarek Hassan
In Spirit,
Bear
SMoooooooo0000000000ooooooooooo00000000CH!
backs to me...they could not know
someone's watching them in awe,
longing for SUCH
'e v e r m o r e.'
Wishing for a love as true...
the precious 'one AND one'
that's 'TWO.'
I stand,
just longing...dreaming on,
'till the distance
blinks them gone
and as I see them disappear...
my envy green
enfolds me
here.
The longing run deep in this.. Perhaps it is good that you felt this way at one time.. because now you know what you have.. I see the hope in this.. yet feel the lonliness.
I am glad you found your "one"
Love Tinka