Your Poetry Dot Com - To Be Humbled By You

It is hard comming to terms with not knowing you.
Not knowing what you feel when waking to a new day
Or when sleep enters the fertile fields of your mind.
I know when I see you I am awkward, aloof and ever distant,
But how I long to hold you, to touch you
To feel your warm breath on my cheeks, to hear your little girl laughter.
And I long to trace with my fingers the outline of your smile
But always the thoughts are smoothered at scource.
The curse of the great British reserve sends me crazy
With the simple thought that your father can never find the right words to say.
And also the emotionaly lean years of city life is always lurking,
In the deep forests of my mind, always surprising me, always condemming me.
Sometimes as well I feel I need this reserve to protect me
From what you really think of me, but please, just flash me a smile
And I will be humbled by you.

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