As I sit
here, in the moonlight, my mind wanders back across memories both good and bad
that I have amassed over the years. They are all filled with your face, your
touch, your voice. Why? Whey where things fated to be this way? Why can I only
sit here, waiting for you to say three little words. Three little words that
mean so much to me. Why can I not summon the courage to tell you? I live a life
or fear and misery because of you. I should hate for that, but its not your fault.
Would you turn your head to me and say "I do"? or would you laugh and break my
heart anew? Would you stab me through my heart, or would warm it with a kiss? I
do not know, and that is why I must sit here, waiting , here in the Moonlight.
