A ghost invitingly appears to me daily speaks to me, with words so sweetly She soothes this turbulence of my heart. she stirs calmness to my soul yet, I try to reach out to her but she is so far away I can only cry for her in my sleep. If, and I say, If she only knew how deep I have fallen in this ocean of love for her I am drowning for her, near death Yet, she keeps alive. Though She is only a dream set fire to my soul I cannot reach her, I cannot see her she only exist in thousand pages I have written, just for her through my years of solitude. In those pages, I tell her everything where I have been, what I have done where I'm going and when I think of her. Nightly affirmations I send because she's must be an angel an angel I cannot see, I cannot hear, I cannot touch. An excruciating love pain buried within me she's a living memory she is a haunting lover a ghost to me. I so wish, she were alive in front of me. As loving as she is, she tortures me with this love, I have only, for her. This invisible, spirit of a woman.
