The Fantasy of Love
There is a yearning inside of me
which I cannot yet comprehend.
Why do I long for your embrace
when we have never exchanged one word.
I am in love with a fantasy.
I have imagined how your voice will sound
and what books you will like to read.
I picture us laughing
about a shared point of reference
when we have no shared experiences.
My mind has developed a persona which does not exist
and has attached it to your body
without your permission.
You have no imperfections,
no annoying habits.
I envisage the clothes that you will wear
and the presents I will chose for you with love and care.
But I have no right to look into your future
and seek to form it as I chose.
My role is to guide,
but most importantly to love.
I am not in love with a fantasy.
I just love my unborn son.
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Copyright 23 December 2011