Why me?
Why now?
Why am I thy choosen one?

What do I have,
that the next beauty does not?

You say,
I Love You,
I'll always be there for you,
whenever you may need me,
be it day, or night,
summer,
autumn,
winter,
or ... spring,
forever more
until forever and then a day,
there after.
But how do I know,
you really mean,
what you say?

Don't wanna go a
wasting years of my
life for no
reward at the end ...
no-one to hold,
or talk to,
to love and to cherish
... to call my own,
during those long, cold wintry nights,
and so to those
warm summer days.

You say, What do you want ... right now?
Reluctantly for fear of losing you,
I tell you.

Do you think you can wait?
And to respect?
Or ... are you not one of
a kind,
so like I'd thought
and so long for.

Just don't want to
rush in like a bull in a gate,
and then when
tomorrow comes,
I'm so full of regret.

Written: Thursday 25 October 2001