In my dreams I’ve seen you turn with your long hair tossing to cover your face. I have felt you, but never sure if close by or far away. You exist, of that I am certain. Will I ever meet you remains the pondered question.

From “Love & Misadventure” by novelist and poet Lang Leav
There is a love I reminisce,
like a seed
I’ve never sown.
Or lips that I am yet to kiss,
and eyes
not met my own.
Hands that wrap around my wrists,
and arms
that feel like home.
I wonder how it is I miss
these things
I’ve never known.