Friday, January 19, 2007
My sweetest one, now i call on you
i have never loved as i love you.
If you cannot give your heart to me,
i will still and ever love thee.
My hand is weary,
i am thinking about you every hour
not a second goes by; i know not why
unless i am holding you.
Answer me and say you care.
my darling one, thou art so fair,
my heart and grace from within
that lights every star
I long to hear you speak again
pretty words of love in gentle retrain,
just a word from you, on paper of blue
will tell me if the greatest love is true.
written at 9:54 PM
