Though I’ve never met her.

Rubiyat Poem
Though I’ve never met her.
 
 
 
We dance away lifetime, in a waltz of tenderness.
Walking miles by a seashore, as we speak in sweet caress.
Her and I, we sit and talk, as many hours pass –
and though I’ve never met her, this love I must confess.
 
 
When early morning rises, a kiss begins my day.
Her smile is the first I see, with soothing love's display.
In sentimental cuddling, I feel her arms around me –
and though I’ve never met her, my love will never sway.
 
 
We sit and gaze in each other’s eyes; our fingers intertwined.
We sit so close together, our bodies redefine.
I find no start or ending, to our infinite embrace –
and though I’ve never met her, our hearts have been combined.
 
 
Within this mind, I feel a love, of one I’ve yet to know.
And I see her face so clearly! It warms this weary soul.
I feel her breath across my face, and touch upon my being –
and though I’ve never met her, our love is ages old.
 
 
 
Kactus Berry