08/23/00 12:19AM

Sitting here thinking of what to say,
Something that will show how I feel.
But instead of writing poems or stories,
I write what I think best describes you.

Gentleness that is only matched by feathers,
Kindness that goes beyond expressionable words.
Caring for people who aren't always cared for,
And loving those, who have their own personality.

But again I'm faced with nothing here,
It's getting late, but you'll stay with me.
My page of words that speak my thoughts,
And the knowledge that I may never tell you.

That is what I am, that is what I do,
I am me, no one else and I am proud.
I am proud that I can feel this way,
Not about myself, but about you.

Am I normal, no, I want to be myself,
Are you normal, no, you are yourself.
And why is this special, we are one,
We are eachother, at least in my heart.

So please, tell me, at least speak,
What do you feel, anything, nothing.
Good friendship would be exceptional,
Best friendship would be beyond my dreams.

You decide for yourself, not for me,
Because I have already made my decision.
And this decision is what keeps me going,
Do what you heart tells you, please.

Is this the way it is, no one to read,
No one to hear, and no one to care.
I think not, but perhaps this will be read,
Or perhaps it will simply be erased.