Love, Read my heart as you always read my poems.
Destiny has yet to reveal what we could be, but I wish we had met where time and place for us would be free.

Your eyes touched the feelings buried in my heart.
You drew me into your world and now, I'm a captive inside.
Your voice, I hear everywhere, sound of my pain and delight.

I can only love you through my poems on the wall at the office, although I share them with many readers at a poetry site, who keep asking for the name of my inspiration.
Perhaps if we do not work together, things would be different, but I fear that I would lose you if I fight for you further.
I tried to save you from their accusations but you chose to deny me and got ahead of me.
Now, everybody looks up to you, while they look down on me, the emotional rebel.

I hear the most romantic songs you still play on my voice mail recorder, but I am sorry.
I am not very good at handling initial rejection, nor at giving second chances.
I choose to heal myself, quietly, alone.
Does it surprise you that I do not say a word to anyone, nor do I seek revenge for what you have told the whole company about you, me, my writing?
I do not wish you unhappiness by hurting you in any way.
To do this, I have to stay away from you.

In God's time, I know He will reveal His plans.
All things happen for a reason.
Maybe this is not the right place and time.
Good or bad, experience makes me a better writer.

Thank you for the inspiration.
Someday, I'll learn to smile honestly again.
Who knows?
I might even look back at you, deep in your eyes, like you still do, searching for mine.

[submitted 02/11/04]