A poem of Passion

I am awkward in her stead,
Yet, present for her needs...
I search for words that never come,
That puts her heart at ease!

I try to capture her soul to love,
Thru character I did not find...
All the longing short to be,
And mirrors give my sign!

And when my dreams give her to my love,
It's like she never knew old me...
No longing too short, nor mirrors with my sign...
Like I'd always wished it could be!...

But what I'm not makes the me ,
Who I really am that matters, she'll see...
The awkward in her precious stead,
Yet, present for her needs!
© Bar7RRanch@1