A Love that hurts.

The day she loves me

I would have dreams of her laugh, her smile and her eyes. The way she would seem so shy yet so happy to live and breath, it made me envy the air around her.
She is more than a dream, more than a fantasy, and she takes my breath away simply by asking me about my day.

She would tell me to forgive her for not responding to me, little does she know that I have forgiven her long ago, I shall never care how long she goes, my heart will always follow.

She can ask anything for me and I shall offer it and more, I would give her the world, I would burn it down if it meant her smile would be seen. 

Her worth is much more than diamonds or gold, money or any type of riches, for she is one of a kind, a rare and priceless jewel.

The way she laughs, the way she lives and the way she is. I love her so dearly and she has such a hold on me, I fear I cannot let her go.

She would tell me of her day, sad or happy, she would come to me with her problems and I would try and make them go away, I would tell her she's ok, and that she is a light that can never go out, and though times may be hard, she will have a life worth living for she, she deserves such a life.

I wonder and dream of the days she is with me, talking to em about such tales of herself, and I would imagine more than what I have been given, and feel guilty when I crave just her voice, or even a message hello, I would feel guilty for even daring to ask her about her day, for I fear I am not worth such a moment with her.

I dream of days where she would he in my arms, telling me she loved me so, and that she was happy in my arms, and she was right where she dreamt she would he, and I would tell her she would always have a place in my arms, I would never let her go.

I dream of days that she could love and live, I dream of days she finds the one she truly gives her heart to, yet feel jealous and feel the sting.

I dared to try and tell her of such love that I hold, but our days are not the same, her day and my night are not at the same time, so I can never hear her beautiful voice, and tell her of such love.

I once tried to tell her of my love so that I may leave behind my love for her, so that I could move on and get away from the grip she had me in, but I never could, and I never shall, for the fear of ruining our hold to each other, for the fear she does not love me as I love her.

I dream of these days, but alas, a dream is just that, a sleepless thought turned nightmare, covered by the sad promise a dream will make to the dreamer.