Monday, December 20, 2004

Possibly you'll think of me,
devise some simple fantasy...
or maybe I will always be
the one you fail to notice.
Regardless of the things I do,
the words I say are all too few
to earn the love I ask of you,
but that won't stop my trying.
Perhaps I've set my aims too high
to wait in hopes that you'll comply,
but on my dreams I'll yet rely
with faith in one more day.

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