You don’t have to hear me,
To know that somehow I exist.

You don’t have to see me,
To assure that I am just here…

You don’t have to hold me,
To believe that I am for real.

You will know,
Through your heart.

You will be assured through your instinct,
By believing in the name of love…

That somehow,
Our dreams will come true.

That somewhere,
Our paths will cross.

That for some reason,
I am just here… waiting.

Please don’t forget that I exist…

aira olayvar

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-corners-of-my-mind/