Pitter patter,

the sound of quiet rain.

Spash and roar,

angry cars outside my window.

I hear the horn,

Of trains in the distance.

Mocking me sounding,

of another night of written words.

I think of you and time not spent,

Wondering what you may be like,

How long till we meet.

I try to put pen to paper.

But, what would i say?

I love you, i miss you....

How can this be?

Will your hand fit neatly in mine?

Will i take the pain from your loving eyes?

Life is a fickle thing when one must dream.

I wonder how long it shall be,

untill you are here with me.

my mind seems to play tricks,

I cannot sleep, is this it?

Is this how it shall be.

The longing i feel it just cannot be,

Unless fate grants me peace.

Oh how i try to put pen to paper.

To tell you i love you,

to let you know you mean the world.

I wish i could tell you,

your my all, my dreams,

My heart as it shall forever be.