The Same

Today I sit, feign interest in work. Tomorrow will I do the same. While yesterday you spoke of love, I hardly can remember the names Of others who have done the same. As someone else could I believe That someone far away as you Could love me based on what you hear, Not just as a delight to view, Also on a level there with you. But me myself, and not my "other" can Hardly fathom this great, vast love That envelopes my very soul And that you place so high above, Except that I'm the same in love. The distance, far and long to travel Seems a yawning, burning sea That puts an inconvenient strain On what could be for you and me, But we are young, and it can be. I don't quite know how to explain That our love's true love lives, except To say that commitments are so often slain In the name of promises unkept. But promises I won't accept. Your pain is reflected plainly here, This very pain is what I feel, And what my tears cannot convey, I only hope my eyes reveal. I hope it's something you can feel. I know you think it cannot be, And yes, we'll be apart a while, But know that what I feel can't die, And when your day turns black and vile, Just think of me, and try to smile. And know that I will do the same.okay, this was written completely on the spot, and it's really my first inspiration in a long time. It is a very hasty reaction to a rather startling discovery. thanks for reading. Written December 3rd, 2001 © on Dec 03 2001 09:30 AM PST   0 • 8