To the woman who loves me so,
To the woman of my dreams,
When will I meet you?
I can almost feel your touch,
But I cannot see you there.
When Will I see you?
I can smell your sweet perfume,
Yet, I cannot feel you.
When will I feel you?
To the woman who’s as soft as snow,
To the woman I do not know,
Where are you?
I can picture me hugging you,
But there’s no one there to caress.
When will I caress you?
I can feel your lips touching my skin,
Yet, I cannot see them.
Where are they?
I can see your hands pressing against my chest,
But I cannot feel them.
Why can’t I feel your hands?
To the woman who is not here,
To the woman of my fantasy.
Will you come for me?
I can feel your existence,
But ‘tis all a dream,
Can it be reality?
I see your image in my head;
Yet, is it all a dream?
Will it be reality?
I don’t know,
But, ‘tis all a dream.
‘Tis my dream…my dream.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved. Written circa 1992.
Tittu
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- Comment from author about the poem: Throwback Thursday. After a conversation on my poem The Storm was had with fellow poet and friend, arqios, I got super tempted to post a more “embarrassing” poem from my youth. And so, here is one such poem. A desperate, lonely, and unpopular teen wishing they had companionship. For me, love was always less about sex and more about intimacy no matter how it was shared. And so, here is a 14 year old Tristan, bleeding their heart out on the page! Nothing like being warned after the fact, huh? 🤣
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In 1992 I was 18 and experiencing my first love which well and truly sucked 🤣 this is like I want to scream at my computer? Did you find her???????? I hope you did. I felt a song in here, some great lyrics for a love song. 💜
I did, eventually. Well, eventually turned up being only about 4 years later! LOL! Time is so weird when your young, isn't it. It feels forever at the time, but it was the span of a hot second in the reality! LOL! Thank you so much, my dear friend. And thank you for seeing the lyrical quality to my work, even this "charming" piece. Always appreciated as it affirms something enjoy doing: songwriting. Here's to youth! 🌀💌📜😂
A poem from youth that echoes the feelings of many at that age. A call for a fantasy or intimacy deeper than sex more profound than puppy love. Here I hear a search for a soulmate a piece of oneself. Very nicely written for a youth of that age. Loved it Tristan
Thank you, Soren. What better way to get the stuff out than writing a poem. I was never going to share it, but I am glad I did. We all start somewhere! I am glad that my teenage self delivered and that it was relatable. Your time, analysis and support are very much appreciated, my dear friend! 🌀💌📜😂
My pleasure
This poem is not just a romantic longing, but as a raw emotional artefact: a snapshot if you will of a young person reaching out from a place of isolation, yearning not for physicality, but for intimacy, connection, and presence. This is superbly resonant and relatable. This comment is also hoped to express a deep honouring of the courage it took to share it.
Thank you, my dear friend, for both inspiring the share and for your time, analysis, friendship and support, all of which mean the world! 🌀💌📜😂
And it will be reiterated that the 14-year old you was far more well articulated than myself at that age. Or was that retro-envy speaking! 🤪
Lol! Haha! Fair enough! We’ll see if one day I unleash another embarrasment. 🤣 It was kind of fun. Liberating even. And hey. Those poems need their day to shine-ish too. 😂
That they do... in the dark they glow but also as poems do dare to peek into the light. Another day of unleashing shall come. 👍
Indeed! Thank you for the encouragement!
Many a youth has felt the same, wanting contact z love, care, sex, forgetting they have a whole life a head, they what it now, I am even today they do the same, hope your dream arrived eventually, enjoyed the read
It did...for sure. Only about 4 years later too! LOL! Ah, youth! 🤣 Thank you, my dear friend. Glad you enjoyed the read! 🌀💌📜😂
All good things are worth waiting for
Yes, indeed!
A nicely expressed poem .. think we all need a connection .. friendship / relationships etc
I guess sometimes people might feel like there’s someone’s out there for them .. but they havnt met them yet .
Soulmates / twin flames ..soul connections etc
A good writing ..
Indeed. Very true. Thank you so much, my dear friend. Your time and thoughts are much appreciated! 🌀💌📜😂
Maybe il post one of my older poems ..
Ooh. Would love that. It's neat to look back from time to time. At least, I have been finding it so.
A very heartfelt poem you spoke from your heart, even as in your youth. I think we all have been there in our youth - the desire, the dreams, the compassion, the love that we wanted, and yet I could feel it even to this day. Well written, my friend. Your poem serves as a powerful exploration of desire and the complexities of romantic longing, illuminating the human quest for connection and the pursuit of dreams. It resonates deeply with anyone who has experienced the transformative power of unfulfilled desire or idealized love. The poet serves as a beacon of hope, exploring the intricate dance between dreams and reality, and the profound human longing for connection. It inspires anyone who has ever experienced the bittersweet nature of unfulfilled desire or the redemptive power of idealized love.
"The poet serves as a beacon of hope, exploring the intricate dance between dreams and reality, and the profound human longing for connection. It inspires anyone who has ever experienced the bittersweet nature of unfulfilled desire or the redemptive power of idealized love."
Wow. I am truly humbled and appreciative, my dear friend. I was a little embarrassed to share this as I was an awkward teen when I wrote it, but I never thought that I would possibly be "a beacon of hope" or an "inspiration" for doing so. Thank you so much for that perspective as it affirms all the more why I shared it. Here's to our younger selves! Cheers my friend. You are a blessing! 🌀💌📜🙏
Very beautiful
Lyrical love song .
It is not your story but for all young .
Your writing style is very lovely . Your questioning heart touching
Wow, dear friend, I am humbled. Truly. Thank you very much. I am glad the poem transcended this once awkward teen and speaks more broadly. I am humbled and truly grateful for your generous and supportive feedback. Much appreciated! 🌀💌📜🙏
A throw back that is well written even then.
Why, thank you my friend. I am truly humbled and glad you enjoyed. 🌀💌📜🙏
A fine write T, without reference to Tom, Popeye, Obi, or.......... whowver. lol.
Thank you, my friend. Yeah. I knew them then, just not so...ahem...never mind. LOL! Was that a brolly I saw over there! 👉
*ducks out quicky
🤣
lol.
Hello Tristan,
The innocence of a young lad's dream seeking the feminine heart for companionship. To wonder, where is she now, what colour are her eyes, her hair, where is she from, her music, the books she reads but no need for answers - it's the beauty of the dream, the excitement and adventure in the wonderings. A lovely, lovely poem and a complete joy to read.
Wishing you the very best,
Tony.
Wow! Thank you so much, Tony. I am truly humbled and glad that the poem has proven to deliver. I was a little hesitant to share, but I am certainly glad I did. Thank you again for your time and support, my friend! 🌀💌📜🙏
Passionate and sincere, a long-cherished dream that manifests itself. I enjoyed it very much. I hope the character comes to fruition. Thanks for sharing. Best regards.
She did...and as it works,,,only about 4 years later. Thank you my dear friend. Glad it delivered. 🌀💌📜🙏
Tremendous work.
Thank you, Thomas! Much appreciated! 🌀💌📜🙏
You wrote this, this irresistible beauty when you were 14?! I had my first "official" boyfriend when I was only 14, nor did I compose more than bitty stanzas and light poems when I was 14. Impressive! Wow. This pretty number, this invitation, this plea for purity rendered frankly in delicious simplicity with excellent imagery, has a deeply haunting poignancy. I love, love, LOVE it. Thank you so very much for sharing. I love it.
Missy, thank you so much, my friend… your words mean more than you know. Yes, I was truly 14 at the time. I have not ever considered myself much good at writing love poems and this one, well ti comes from a time when the longing felt like it would never end. Of course, it did a mere four years later…but that felt like an eternity at the time. I’m so glad this resonated so well. And to think I was hesitating sharing it. Thank you again for reading and feeling it. 🌀💌📜🙏
I can't thank you enough for sharing it. Thank you again.
🥰 You are most welcome!
so tender, touching and beautiful..you had a way with words even then, and more so now...keep them coming
Awww. Thank you. Will do, I promise! 🌀💌📜🙏
great. have a productive day, and then some more..
You too!
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