I...You

Do you wait for me?

                                          I wonder do you care?

At every drop of rain,

or every fallen star,

my heart is rent in two

Because I have not you.

I wanted to be your friend--

For you to be my brother.

Yet now whenever I close my eyes

I can see no other.

I wait for you--

    I wonder why I bother

to sigh with every passing breeze,

to cry at every moonless night,

Because my heart yearns for you

As morning's tears are shed in dew.

Your smile makes my spirits rise,

Your whisper begins a symphony in my brain.

Are you the one? I've no idea--

but these feelings threaten to make me insane.

I'm waiting for you

                                                                             I wonder: are you waiting for me?

Or are these notions the mere vagaries

of a dreaming mind; pure imagination.

Is this just the hope of a heartsick heart

avoiding at all cost the prospect of being torn apart?

Peradventure you are waiting for me.

Perchance I am the object of your affections.

Perhaps you will love me forever,

                                                                         And I you.