What use is it to tell you that I love?
when these words you've surely heard before.
Why is it you that I would open up to you?
When I am me and you are you,
and push has come to shove.
That you would give me any portion of
your heart that I could not in turn restore,
is ludicrous to me, and even more;
since I am just a glimpse of you
can it be enough...
I will stand yearning on the edge of a dream
and wait for a touch you'll never feel
and time is inclined to pass as it alway will.
And it always seems that every longing
moment is unreal.
If worthiness gave hope of life redeemed,
then I could say the words I now conceal.
2/24/11
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