How can I tell her what she means to me? Should I tell her?
I don't want to frighten her away. It's happened before, it'll happen again, I know.
Should I tell her? Can I tell her how much I crave her?
My eyes crave to see her, if only in pictures. My ears crave to
hear her. Hear her laugh. Just to hear her breathe, is estasy
to my ears.
My fingers are jealous, because they cannot touch what my
eyes can see. They cannot hold her hand or caress her face.
How can I tell her. Can I tell her what she fears? She does not
fear me, but what I represent. Should I tell her what she fears
is hope, not love. Can she tell it is the hope of love that
frightens, not love.
But, can I tell her the things that I feel? It is too soon to share,
to hope, to believe. I should just be happy that she does
breath, and laugh. And, Oh, that smile. That smile that
shames the sun and mocks the moon and make the stars weep
and want to fall from the sky. How Can I Tell Her?
I'll bide my time. I'll be there when she needs to talk (my ears
sing with joy). I hope to be there when she needs a hug or
just a hand to hold.
How can I tell her? Maybe I won't. Maybe I can't. Maybe she
already knows, and that is good enough
I AM hope.
She's doing it. I don't know how. Shes' fixing the places that were so easy to break. It's been so long since someone could make me feel the way she makes me feel. I don't know her yet, except in my soul. But, that's the place where I need her most. That's where she's fixing me.