I hear you laugh and dream of your smile
Your voice soothes my very roughest of days
In what seems like a million diff'rent ways
Yet, I remain silent all the while
I think of your face innocent and sweet
I imagine your golden hair flowing
And I hope that soon you will be going
To a place where the both of us may meet
I wonder if you've e'er pondered the thought
Of love blossoming between you and I
Or perhaps I do not capture your eye
And maybe, practically, it's all for naught
But, someday soon I might just ask and see
If e'er you'd consider being with me
((November 17th,2009))
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem