how I am drawn to you
the town is vacant
abandoned by war
can you feel me
trembling with fear
the moon is afire
and the field is aglow
can you see me
chasing the wind
the bridge is out
and the river is frozen
can you hear me
calling your name
the border is near
attracting me closer
your arms reach out
unbelievably we embrace
december two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
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jdubqca 
Merry Christmas, friend 🙂
Merry Christmas, Leyla 😊
This feels so happy 🙂 Have a great remainder of the holidays
Thank you, Björn, and Merry Christmas to you and yours.
This is bewitching and stunning. I was drawn to the poem, made me sigh.
so glad you enjoyed this one, Denise – thank you
This is beautiful.
thank you, ms hush
I can’t stop … yapping too much, and then trying to force myself to hush. It makes me feel very sad and bad about myself. I think I’m going to go to bed and cry right now, actually. 😦
The second stanza is my favorite, by the way.
And I think the title means that an artist has drawn/sketched/painted you, pressed up against someone you’re going to fall in love with.
I’m happy knowing this poem moved you – and I wouldn’t worry about yapping too much I enjoy reading your comments. Thank-you….
She’s actually Mrs. Hush.