'Time to Tell.'

Perhaps in time you'll understand, The secret kept tight in your hands, For why i feel, For why i cry... In time i pray you'll understand. Moments of me in my mind, Drawing places time after time, Finding faces, with perfect lines, It's you again stuck on my mind. Remember how i touched you? You didn't have a clue, To the feelings held divine and true, There was nothing more to me than you. Can you not see into my soul? See what's missing, this perfect hole, That gently you did fill and fold, Completing my burning, aching soul. Intensely i feel you'll study my pen, As i you read these lines back and again, Trying hard to see the suspense, I use as i write quick with my pen. All the thoughts held in my head, Harbour the pain as you lay in my bed, I wish i hated you instead, But i don't! You are stuck in my head. A perfect picture i have of you there, I sit a bit, to think as i stare, At the beauty for whom, i truly care, Rapid heart as you stand there. I thought that once there could be more, But now, no matter how i ask and implore, No matter how my heart becomes sore, This is my chance, i shan't expect more. Bring me pain, but make it quick, It's better now i've had my fix, Remember me as kind, not sick, Come, hold me... but go again quick. So much i saw from now; beyond, How wrong i was to grow so fond, Attached i was to find no bond, I realise now, there is nothing beyond. Your eyes for a moment, left me still, Gave me hope, yet bought me chill, Life for a second, seemed to fill, With pretend perfect moments that i keep with me still. Perhaps in time you'll understand, The perfection i see within your hands, The reason i feel, The reason i cry... In time, perhaps, you'll understand. Written January 8th, 2002 © on Jan 07 2002 09:39 PM PST, harry luck    18 • 0 • 10