by Eric Y. Theriault

Never kissed your lips,
Or looked into your eyes.
Never spoke a word to you,
Or even ever seen you.
But you gave me a hope,
A thought, and a dream.
And without ever holding your hand,
Or seeing your eyes looking at a rose,
You have broken all I had for you,
And smashed my world.
All this, without even meeting you.
Imagine what could if we had?