Love lost and Love to be found

I'm not a poet, I don't claim to be. I like poems that rhyme, I struggle to understand poems that don't. Sometimes things are understood easier with a poem. It leaves a capacity for the mind to creatively wander.

I wrote this poem about love based on recent experiences with partners, friends, etc

It's about love that has gone and the test of waiting and looking for it again.

Eyes grow large on a mindful hill,

realism grabs me and holds me still,

I cannot touch, nor will not try,

for the innocence of being, contains a lie

I would have followed, to feel two breathe

to taste the wonders, of a living supreme

but now I'm here, just me on my own

treading so gently, upon the bones

of others victims, of this cruel crime

that took my confidence, with my time

and look at me now, left broken and weak

left with wants, and in great need

for I have seen, my lips did taste,

the hands have touched upon my face

the gent'lest feel of long silk hair

the breath of beauty in the air

and now I'm sad, it has all gone

I need it back, but can't wait long

the nicest knowledge, to carry with me

is I'm with you and you're with me.

just like a breeze, you flew away

but you my love, will be found one day

you'll come to me, I'll look for you

and when you're here, it's all been true.