Tired
I’m tired of all these walls,
of being too scared to let you in,
of being too frightened to trust.
I’m tired of all these games,
of standing by idly, watching as
you sing and dance and smile and laugh.
I’m tired of being all alone,
of feeling this empty void in my heart,
of wishing for something more.
Oh, how very tired I am…
When Will I Find You?
I long to be wrapped
in the warmth of your arms,
to feel your touch
against mine.
I long for our hearts
to flutter as one,
for our souls to be
e’er intertwined.
I long for your presense
to be next to me,
to hear you breathe
as you dream.
I long to see you
smile and sigh.
I long for my mind
to be free.
I long for your heart
for your mind, for your soul.
I long, my Love, for you.
When will I find you,
when will you come?
I long to say,
“I love you.”
When will I find you,
Love?
Dear, Love…
Dear whoever you may be,
I am waiting here,
for you to come and hold my heart
and banish all my fear.
I’ve been waiting every day
for you, my only one,
but with each day my heart grows faint -
my Love, when will you come?
If only you could know how much
my heart does yearn for you.
To look into your eyes, your soul,
and know, my Love, just you.
Dear whoever you may be,
I’m still waiting here.
But please don’t keep me waiting long -
my Love, I need you here.
Languid Love
What love, my Love,
is this that possesses
my heart, this heart,
that swore ne’er to
love thee again?
Let Me In
Why won’t you let me in?
Why are you shouldering
this life all alone?
Do you not see
that I love you?
Do you not see
that I want to be
there for you?
What if I Told You?
What if I told you
that your dimpled smile
is the prettiest that
I’ve ever seen?
That it glows like the sun,
a brilliant grin,
and melts my buttery heart?
Silent and Secret
So badly this heart
wants to whisper these words
that are forming, my Love, for you.
But try as I might,
they fall out mid flight;
my song remains silent,
unheard.
Faith of a Fool
His heart yearned for her, for her sweet embrace; all he wanted was to hold her in his arms, to feel her heart beat against his own, to feel her hair against his cheek, to brush her face with his hand… but that would never happen… it couldn’t ever happen. No matter how much he wished, no matter how much he prayed, no matter how much he wanted to be real to her… she could never be his – Fate was against him, making a cruel joke of his love. But despite that, despite all odds, he would still love her.
No matter what.
