by K. B. Johnson © Winter, 2005
Am I living an illusion? Loving someone I cannot see?
If I compromise, I'd only be living a lie,
pretending love's not meant to be.
But I know you're there—I feel you here.
I close my eyes on a wish—yes, you are so near.
Though we have never been together, we will never be apart.
No, we have never met, and I have not seen you yet,
but you have my heart.