My Unseen Lover

She is an unseen Lover,
But yet, I still love her.
She is my imaginary woman,
And I’m proud to be her man.
The reason I refer to her as my Angel,
Is because I don’t always get to see her.
Yes! I might not get to see her,
Yet, I still always feel her.
Even though I can’t touch her,
I’m still somehow connected to her.
I might be unable to perceive her sweet smell,
Yet, she appeals to my senses than I can tell.
Even though I can’t take her out on dates,
I am truly convinced we are soul-mates,
Because our hearts always communicates.


She’s not as far away as it seems,
Because I get to see her in my dreams.
All I have to do is just to close my eyes,
And right there she is, clear and nice.
Whenever I get so bored and lonely,
I fantasize about my one and only.
Although I don’t always get to see my lover,
But thanks to technology, I can hear her.
I stored her voice in my memory’s voicemail,
And replay it each moment my emotions fail.
How I wish my virtual lover can become real,
Look into her eyes and tell her how I truly feel,
Then go on my knees, and propose to her as I kneel.
Go ahead; call me a dreamer, messed up or delusional,
It still doesn’t change how I feel about my unseen lover.


© DK… September 2009