A Blank Page With Hearts Drawn On It Poem by Justin Gildow

Well I wonder
I wonder what you think of me
As I stare at you from a far
I can tell as you stand where you are
You're lost in your own world
With your arms folded

I'd like to know you
But who knows how that would
turn out
And so
I pay tribute to you in my journal

Reaching a blank page
I draw nothing but hearts on it
I draw happy hearts
I draw sad hearts
But they're all the same
They're all for you

For you
In my journal
Is a blank page with hearts drawn on it