I’ve waited an eternity,
A year or two more,
Several seasons ago,
And all of the moons before,
What is love my dear?
Longing for you and us,
How can’t you see it all along,
The desire for us to belong,
We call it names and puzzles too,
How we can dodge the feelings of true,
Help me love and to know,
How we can go on without us to hold,
To love is to long for what you can’t have. Hope she reciprocates. The best ones are the ones only in dreams. How tragic.