I could read you all day,
but what about tomorrow?
When I’m full of your hopes,
but drowning in my sorrows.
When you’ve fed my cause,
but starved my convictions.
When I ache lustfully in heart,
yearning a replica,
of what’s mentioned.
I could hope for a day,
maybe dream about it later, 
make wishes upon a star,
that fate shines a little greater.
Keep my fingers crossed,
until promise has it’s regard
For I am Love’s every first time feeling, its initial cry
Certainly not too return–
for I fall hard–no lie.
I refuse to hold my breath,
until it’s rescued by a kiss,
because you’ll never appreciate my style of patience–
in which
is forevermore’s bliss.

By Tamara Dorsey-Moore
Thinker on the Loose
Copyright© 2017 Reserved purposes intended.

Poetry By Tamara Dorsey-Moore
Thinker on the Loose
Copyright (c) 2017 Reserved purposes intended.