She moves through life quietly and I thought she never cared,

I've had feelings for her, six months my love I've spared..

For her only and her alone, I lay my life, my very own.

But weeks pass like years and I felt so depressed,

my yearning for her I had to suppress.

For we both new we both where not ready,

to start a relationship, one that could be steady.

But I couldn't help it.. my love was too strong,

to let go so suddenly seemed to me so wrong.

So I waited and waited, and thought every week,

waited for this young lady so humble and meek.

No love was returned and feelings weren't shared,

I was starting to think she no longer cared.

And just when things began to grow grim,

she told her friend, ãI love him.

Her friend then confronted me with a curious fashion,

She asked if I loved her, I agreed ãwith a passion.

Now I wait and I wait a little while longer,

while my love for her keeps growing stronger.

I wait for the moment when she can be free,

to propose once again how things ought to be...

[submitted 03/28/04]