If

If I could write like Whitman

If I had the words of Frost

I'd tell you how I felt in prose

Lest it all be lost

If I could speak like Shakespeare

If I had the mind of Donne

I'd have let my heart run wild

Before it all begun

If I could see the world as Auden

If I had the heart of Yeats

I'd choose to fall for your blue eyes

Before I fell for Fate

Where are you?

Where are you love? Where are you? You must be out there somewhere, waiting just like me. Counting down the minutes until we finally meet. Or maybe you are out there just as I am, with a book upon your pillow and a pen within your hand. Perhaps I've even met you but it was simply not the time for our eyes to meet in sequence as you place your hand in mine. Oh, but my impatience, how it haunts me so. I wait around in silence, pacing to and fro. I listen to the rhythmic beats of my heart dancing in my chest. Where are you love? Where are you? Without you I can't rest.

All we really want

The days, they pass with swift goodbyes

As I find myself staring into your blue eyes

Ever wondering what your thinking

Preventing my whimsical heart from sinking

For the words that choke me and steal my breathe

lie just beneath the surface

They keep me from speaking, they swell in my mind

All the while, we're wasting time

Stuck on rules and regulations

In hopes of avoiding a bad situation

When all we really need is each other

A warm hand to hold, a light to guide the way

A loving embrace, a reason to stay

All we really need is something simple

To love and be loved in return