Bombs of Love

She's out there somewhere
I've just not seen her as yet
And I might never have that glorious moment
But she's there
All the same, She's there


I can write sonnets daily
poems of devotion
of how things might be brighter
Flying to her computer screen
and dropping my bombs of love


Do they uplift her?
Do they make her smile in secret?
Are her silent prayers to save us being answered?


Or do they tease and torment
Is she praying for the bombs to just go away
To stop destroying the fabric of her mind


Is she asking for peace?


Unfortunately I can't say how she feels
So my poems will continue
In the hope she feels the same
In some small way