I Know What I Feel

A poem depicting a man's concern for a lover.

The tall oaks swayed in the westerly winds
above my head,
I laid in the long cut grass,
with the sun blazing on my back;
thinking.
My day had gone by faster than It ever had,
and yet, so slowly, with the sun high noon.
I wondered where she had gone,
but I acted like I didn't care,
she knew what I felt,
and yet, she wasn't there.
I always waited for her while the sun was out,
As if the sun was her mortal enemy.
But I knew I had heard of occasions where that marks that idea as false.
I knew nature was my friend,
with the insects swarming around,
the oaks and the pines creek happily at my presence.
But, where is she?
I realized she struts in as the night creeps closer,
She gazes down at me, straight into my eyes, like a mouse to a man.
Her gorgeous pale face, embraced in my arms and against my own.
I know what I feel.