Where Are You? A Love Poem by Yours Truly

"Poetry is language at it's most distilled and most powerful," -Rita Dove

Every once in a while, I actually do write a poem, but the mood must strike me.  So, enjoy this small and rare gem about my future husband. 

"Where Are You?  A Love Poem by Yours Truly" by Olivia J

Copyright 2015 Olivia J

Where are you?

That's what I really want to know.

There's a part of me that knows

that knows you exist

that knows you're out there

breathing

praying

living

but for now

you'll remain a figment of my imagination

as blurry as the clouds.

Where are you?

I know that I already love you

for our relationship is the epitome of God-ordained.

But where are you?

I'd really like to know

for here,

where I am,

it's lonely

it's hostile

but I hope it's not like that for you.

Where are you,

my sweet puzzle piece

for I already long for you to love me

so I can love you.

I look out at the world

every day

wondering where you are

if I just bumped into you in the hallway

or saw you in Walmart,

but everywhere are blank faces and disappointments

none like me

and I hope none like you as well.

Where are you?

For my youthful body

already lusts after yours.

I long to be intimate with you

just you

and me

and God

and skin pressed against skin

to form a bond no power of hell can break.

And I suspect you yearn for the same.

Where are you,

my husband?

Are you sitting on your bed, too

pining away for the woman of your dreams

just as I am.

I hate to break it to you

I'm not perfect

I might not be the perfect wife

I might not always do it right

But I will love you

And I will submit to you

And someday

I hope we can love God together.

So,

where are you,

Romeo?

For I'll be out there

waiting

watching

loving.

~The WordShaker