Could they be right? Could they be wrong.
The feelings I have, where do they belong.
I now ponder in the deepest of thoughts,
My hearts talks to me, should I listen or not.
We talk through the mail though time day by day,
His thoughts are clouded to my dismay.
The look in his eyes tells me a tail
Could this be, the truth will unveil.
Could this be, is it all true?
His questions are the same, what's wrong with you.
I am but just me, a person with dreams,
Here I am, no hiding, no schemes.
I need not prove the person I be,
Passion, love, desire, the person is me!
~M~