So, I was going through my time-capsule of a diary, 

and I came across this poem I'd written during my senior year in high school.

Not too shabby, I'd say.

"I'm waiting to know you, 

wanting to show you,

hesitating to hold you...

Oh, hidden face.


Attentive for your words,

indulgent for your thoughts,

suppressed by your sweet charm,

Much too far away.


Oh, I think you're great!

but you wander, as I wait...

the clock begins to synchronize a melodious pace.


I don't mind if dusk turns to dawn,

while April turns to May.

It doesn't phase me-

time, change, life...

diligent I remain.



Yet all in all,

I can't retrieve to question,

an answer that isn't mine to claim.

Steady going,

Steady come,

Why

Must

Love

Delay?"