As My Eyes Admire Thee

I wonder

I wonder if you feel the same way,

the type of feeling where it can't be weighed

A feeling that grows inside of you

a feeling that causes your mind not to behave.

I wonder if you feel that type of care

the same feeling my soul can't bear.

the hours of thinking are endless,

thinking of the burdens that causes you to tear.

Sometimes I'm jealous of the rain,

for the small, graceful droplets can see your pain.

Why do you hide your suffering only to be seen by the rain?

What type of happiness can this act help you gain?

I wonder if you think about me,

half as much as I do for you.

Before you enter your peaceful night sleep,

wondering how much I love you.

If I release my feelings, will you be mine?

maybe this is the right script, the right line.

or this is the right poem, but the wrong rhyme.

It hurts, it really hurts. These damned feelings of mine

Or do you miss me as much as I do for you,

that it causes you to ponder?

Sometimes I even ask myself,

Would you love someone like me, I wonder.