I think about you often now
Much more often than before
Now that I cannot content myself with
knowing that eventually you will come
into my life
On good days I think it is just as well
I have so many things I want to do
My mind is so full of the past that I
can hardly concentrate on the present
It is just as well because I would
not be able to give you the love you need
On the bad days I know the truth
That I am just deluding myself
That I have waited my whole life for
you to come and love and learn from
me
I see the joy in my parents eyes when
they think of you, and I know that I
have failed