The One

Giving soft glares to the couples holding hands around her,
she glides by them, alone-
without anyone to hold her;
without anyone to kiss her;
without anyone to hug her.
Intense jealously leaks out her eyes,
momentarily forgetting she does have someone.
In fact, she has the One.
Someone who brings her close to his heart;
someone who softly brushes his lips against hers;
someone who refuses to let her go.
His dark, soulful eyes stare into hers,
reminding her of their love.
Their comfortable, trusting relationship.
While it may only be a thought of him,
that's all she needs to regain her strength.
She would see him soon;
She would hug him soon;
She would kiss him soon.
"Soon" such a short word,
but such a long time.
In spite of that,
a smile touched her eyes.
Couples become symbols of hope,
telling of the presents she would soon share with him.
Until that time,
she was content thinking of his presence,
because he would soon be near her.