Invisible Lover

Invisible Lover
By Ryan Ashley

My true love, whom I cannot see,

Lives in my senses, and is always with me

I smell her scent in the flowers and grass

I taste her when I eat something sweet

I feel her touch in the warm summer wind; a passionate heat

I feel her longing on the cold East breeze

Her face is the rising sun

I hear her cries in the voice of birds; her words, the wind in the trees

I hear her in my favorite songs; the chords and notes, her embrace

The drums are the beat of our hearts, which in our closeness race

But when the world is asleep, with not a sound around

My love leaves me. Nowhere to be found

Loneliness grips me, for by reality’s cruel decree…

I cannot see my love…and she can’t see me.