May 12, 2007

"Her pretty smile,"

is all I wish to see.
Shes the only one,
who really matters to me.
I think of her all of the time,
hoping and wishing.
That someday,
she could be mine.
At night when I'm alone,
I tend to think about her.
Asking myself constantly
why cant life be different?
If life were different,
we would be happily together.
Would we break up?
my answer is never.
If comparing her to anyone else,
she always comes out above.
Her beauty and elegance,
are that of a white dove.
Now I'm sleeping,
and what does my dream consist of?
Not of her beauty,
but of her love.
Tomorrow will be the same,
another lonely night.
Wanting so badly,
to hold her tight.
~M~