by Amanda D. Turenchalk

I ache for a love
that burns like fire;
A love that's forbidden -
revealing a very cruel desire...
It exists only in my mind,
and in my heart it stays...
It's as strong as the wind,
deserving my ultimate praise;
Where is he -
the one I long for?
Maybe he's as close as a heartbeat,
or as far as the ocean shore...
Not being with you now
is an awful despair...
Until we meet, my love,
(whoever you are)
I'll be waiting right here...
� December 13, 1999

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