Maybe I have been waiting. Patiently. And you don't have the slightest idea.
I am here a thousand miles away but I feel my soul has longed for you. Maybe its just me being in love with the idea of love, but the stillness of the sea has drowned every noisy thing out but you.
How long must I wait?
The image of your face relaxes me.
I wish I don't have to keep thinking of you. What use is this burden to me if it is leading nowhere. My mind could learn to be free and to live only in the present.
Everybody just leaves anyway.
Would you ever come looking for me?
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