A short Poem. Since no names are used feel free to imagine whomever you wish as the narrator.

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Hope

A gentle breeze tenderly strokes my cheek
I close my eyes and imagine it's him
Slowly brushing my face with his fingers
His darks eyes staring into mine
Piecing my soul

I wish I could tell him
How his gaze sends shivers down my spine
How I yearn for his touch
To feel his lips on mine
To know he loves me as I love him

At night I watch him sleep
The moon softly glowing through the window
He appears to be an angel sleeping there
His chest rising and falling steadily
Unaware of his nightly guardian

One day it will happen
He will decide whom he wishes
To love for all his days
When he does I will be strong
If my love's not returned