For You

XI

Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse-and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness-
And Wilderness is Paradise enow.

Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

Can I say it?

They say love is an action
well maybe I agree
But how do I deal with
the way that I feel?
Does it mean that I'm only
lacking self control
or can I be excused
for having a soul?

I want you forever
but you're not mine to get
I don't even know
if you have the same regret
They say holding on
to dreams is insane
but I'd rather be crazy
than empty and plain

so humor the dreamer
allow me my folly
what else do I have
I don't care what you call me
My one true request
that my heart is screaming
is to turn your eyes to me
and end this my dreaming