2136609's blog: "There is Hope"

How can I tell her what she means to me?  Should I tell her?

I don't want to frighten her away.  It's happened before, it'll happen again, I know.

Should I tell her?  Can I tell her how much I crave her? 

My eyes crave to see her, if only in pictures.  My ears crave to 

hear her.  Hear her laugh.   Just to hear her breathe, is estasy 

to my ears.

My fingers are jealous, because they cannot touch what my

eyes can see.  They cannot hold her hand or caress her face.

How can I tell her.  Can I tell her what she fears?  She does not

fear me, but what I represent.  Should I tell her what she fears

is hope, not love.  Can she tell it is the hope of love that

frightens, not love.

But, can I tell her the things that I feel?  It is too soon to share,

to hope, to believe.  I should just be happy that she does

breath, and laugh.  And, Oh, that smile.  That smile that

shames the sun and mocks the moon and make the stars weep

and want to fall from the sky.  How Can I Tell Her?

I'll bide my time.  I'll be there when she needs to talk (my ears

sing with joy).  I hope to be there when she needs a hug or

just a hand to hold.

How can I tell her?  Maybe I won't.  Maybe I can't.  Maybe she

already knows, and that is good enough

I AM hope.