How Much You Mean

Something I wrote for a close friend of mine..

I wish I could hold you close to me,
waiting for that moment to be.

You’re my sweet melody,
that I hold so dear to me.

Your every feature I can’t see,
even so; you’re beautiful to me.

In the reflection of those brown eyes I see,
could it possibly be me?

My affection isn’t that hard to see,
although yours sometimes confuses me.

I hope we don’t grow apart,
pain would overwhelmingly break my heart.

What happens is up to you,
there is nothing I would force you to do.

My questions are few,
I don’t have much else to ask of you.

I hope you feel the same,
if not; I’m likely to go insane.
Those lips; so sweet and lush,
I have to fight the urge to touch.

Talking to you gives me such a rush,
imagine if we meet,
all the challenges we could crush.

I give these words to you,
knowing we can make it through.

You’re always in the back of my mind,
and it makes me smile all the time.

I can’t explain how much you mean to me,
some day I’ll have a chance,
to show you just how much that will be.
 

Author's Note

It's not all that great... But I didn't really put my heart into it that much.