She stared into his eyes, and longed for what she could not capture, knowing deep inside, she wanted more than just a picture. Pictures say many a thing, but not what needed to be said, words are sweeter when in person, than imagined in one's head. Patiently she will await the day, when she finally holds him near, till then she will hold his picture, and dream of the words she longs to hear. ~ I normally don't share much poetry.

That's was well wrote :)

@MissNicole2: that is a really good poem!

Very good!

@MissNicole2: Perhaps call it "mine beating heart" ?

Nice. :)

New to this posting stuff but here it goes. a poem to mobile land. here i sit home all alone wondering what the futcher may hold.wondering and wondering on my phone.is there someone out there with and empty heart waiting to be hole.all i wish and one wish that i hold.that everyone here on our moilbe.dating that we all will be whole.guy and gals pick up those phones find somebody so we all can hold.please oh please baby come home.

Thank you everyone. :)

Really lovely poem