Trapped in a circle of ever wanting the things that touch thy heart , in my dreams i see your smile. smell the soft scent of your perfume . I hear your voice and the birds singing as if you were in song . I can see the love in your eyes . and my heart seems full but then i wake to the empty pillow and realize we have not yet met . Trapped in a circle of needing those things that makes my soul want to fly , like holding hands a tender kiss a hug . yet when i wake i realize we have not yet met . Trapped with in the prison of my heart waiting patiently for the day I wake to you