Slowly I grow - poem

Stressed by so many things at hand
Can’t see the light from where I stand
Then I see a hand stretched out
Telling me that I should not doubt
That he will always love and care
With me my sorrows he will share

It is so surprising to know
He has loved me so long ago
But he pretended to be cold
And only told me not so long ago
I told him that I don't know
If I would grow to love him so

Day by day his love shows
Bit by bit my trust grows
Step by step like a child I walk
Towards the one who doesn’t just talk
Moment by moment I come to know
That slowly I grow to love him so

- Bee

posted Saturday, April 30, 2005