The One: A Love Poem of Yearning
What does it mean to find the One? You probably know the feeling: the elation you feel when you finally find "the one." After all, this is the one you think could be with forever. This is the one you have dreamed about, wrote about in your journal, sometimes only to find that the person you desire is out of reach for any number of reasons. There's a good chance we have all been there at least once, but it doesn't make it any less painful when it doesn't work out the way we want or imagine.
Ultimately, you wonder why you ever found them in the first place because finding them is like some cruel joke that has been played on you. And you loose. You get over it, but you usually remember it as that bitter/sweet kind of pain for a long while.
The One: A Poem of Yearning
I pull tight my cloak of invisibility,
Drawing on my mantle of secrecy
As I watch you enter - no saunter - lazily into the room.
So sure, so alluring - the One.
Your smile draws me. Your eyes drown me. Your heartbeat owns me.
You make me know the nature of a magnet... or a moth. Yet, I draw back and silently, slyly even,
Watch you take your place.
A singularity; a lone bright object in the darkest sky, like the moon at Midnight.
But so loved, this One.
© Cynthia Turner, 2011
© 2013 Cynthia B Turner