Invisible Love

imagination ...

Invisible Love


My invisible love
lives surely in my head.
I see his tender words,
but he’s not in my bed.

My invisible love
likes things as they are.
He doesn’t buy me flowers
or have to drive his car.

But he charms me and disarms me
with wit and thoughts anew;
I want more than his essence,
but what am I to do?

It’s not quite enough;
it’s more than I can ask.
Loving someone who’s not there -
such a confounding task!