My Desire
In times like this I sit and brood,
I feel so all alone.
She doesnt call or seem to care,
Theres no ringing of my phone.
A patient man I am its true,
So much near me has died,
My tears have come and gone,
They already have been cried.
Will she ever care for me?
Or am I doomed to wait?
Does she care that I love her,
Did I simply arrive too late?
She has her children,
And I have my own,
Together we all could be,
A happy family in a loving home.
But I know she has her fears,
Of all we cant be sure.
But my love for her, if I say,
Is true and deep and pure.
For now I sit alone and sad.
Wondering if I should cry.
The answer I can not yet know,
And may not until I die.
How much longer shall I wait,
Her feelings for to know?
A week, a month, a year, or more?
Should I just give up and go?
A while longer I choose to wait,
A time to ponder and be still,
For her love is truly precious,
And to love her is my will.
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