A WASTED TREASURE

For one so special,
to have been loved so little.
It makes a wall of granite,
seem as soft as snow.

Thoughts of her smile,
and sorrow in my heart.
Makes us two of a kind,
yet many miles apart.

She knows my thoughts,
and wonders the intent.
Friendship is what I seek,
knowing her is what I meant.

I anticipate her caring words,
for her eyes warm my heart.
Time is but a wasted treasure,
spending it apart.

Fear of the simple things,
kind words or a gentle touch.
Who would possibly know,
this could mean so much.

My never ending affection,
I know she sees and wants to care.
While she thinks and tries to decide,
I’ll patiently be waiting there.

When all is said and done,
and our lives are in the past.
Will we still be standing alone,
or holding hands at last.

By Brian C.