Would it come subtly
as the breaking of daylight,
Or would it strike me loud
As the storm that wakes my night?
Would I be aware of its entrance
delight at its coming
Or would take a hint
with resistance ever boiling?
Would it be elating
with sensations mutually felt
Or would it be kept in secret
with only a single heart to melt?
Would it ever come as hoped
soon light my eyes with beam?
Or would it just stay as it is today
perhaps, forever a dream.
written...October 30, 2004
my post Hearts' Day entry hahaha! : )
