You: An Evenings Constant
Every night I hear your voice. How long has it been since I started playing? How long has it been that I've been listening to your voice? Well now we've met. I'm glad this has happened at last after plotting ways to make our paths cross. Do you have any idea how much I crave to have you near so that I can hear you speak in person & to be pleased with your knowledge on a shared favorite subject? When I think of us possibly meeting again anxiety mounts, my heart gallops & a heat surges through my core. I only half wish you to know these things. I fear what may follow. If you read this & know it's about you, please do not judge too harshly. It isn't my fault that your voice is too perfect for me to not to want it to live forever in my ears.
I Saw You