True Love Missed….

True love missed me,
While I played.
I may have seen it,
In the shade.

It calls to me
With sweet embrace.
I see it on,
Anothers  face.

I have searched,
And, tried a few,
But, none have been,
That special ‘you’.

So, in the calms,
Of aging space,
I wear pajamas,
With French lace.

And dream my dreams,
Of romantic bliss,
Where love is held,
Without a miss.

CAWatson 05/07/2009