Longingly
To me she is everything, but I feel like nothing to her. I think of her all the time, but I am unsure she thinks of me. I am attracted to her beauty, but compared to her I am a toad. I long for her affection, but her affection is taken. I long for her touch, but am afraid to touch her. I feel tranquile and complete with her, but am unsure why. Such a comfusing complexity. Her affection, touch and love I long for. Is it infatuation? I connot be sure. Is it lonliness? I do not belive so. Will anything come of it? Only time will tell.Well there it is. For people that know me they know the situation and how it is developing. This poem was written before posting and so parts have changed. But i decided to write the original write. Written April 5th, 2002 © on Apr 04 2002 03:26 PM PST 10 • 0
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"To me she is everything,..."