The Sign.. Poem by Marcus Lomboy

The magnitude of my feelings for you,
Yet marvelous and oh so grand..
Of a level that makes the sun seem bland..
Cannot be put into words by any Christian, Muslim or Jew.

Thoughts of you let my mind roam free,
From writing poetry close at hand..
To outer reaches of distant lands..
You have me right here no need to be lonely.

I'm dedicated...like Van Gogh was to Ursula Loyer,
But not psychotically like Vincent..
You have goals and I respect them..
I don't show it, but I think you'd make a damn good lawyer.

Or maybe that's my feelings talking,
Not heard through the pitter-patter of raindrops..
Repeatedly echoing like the ticking of a wristwatch..
Please just give me a sign...to stay or just start walking.