• Across the room I see him sitting.
    I stare at him for hours or as it seems.
    Waiting for the moment I've have always longed for, dreamt for, waited patiently for.
    It seems as though I should give up.
    After all love isn't what I need it is what I want.
    But I suppose I should give up now.
    I ask myself what is love.
    Hurt, Pain, Disapointment yet so wanted.
    Too shy to say something yet to impatient to wait.
    What is there to do now but wait and hope
    that he loves me as much as I love him
    But then I wonder has he given me signals
    Have I turned him down by not understanding
    There is only one person to know which is he
    Embarrassing it would be if he didnt love me back
    Depressing it would be
    Hurtful it would be
    I give up
    Well I try to
    It is so hard to forget
    Never does a day pass me by when I dont think of him
    Never does a day pass me by when I dont wish we were together heart