Before It Becomes Really Late - poem

I love you, I know I can't deny
I miss you, yet I can't tell you why
I care for you, yet I have to keep silent
I want to talk to you, yet I am scared every moment

I miss the one who once 'loved' me
I miss the smile I saw at the beginning
I miss the whispering of sweet nothing
I miss the voice saying he 'loves' me

Where are you who once 'loved' me?
Why are you always hiding from me?
I hope you will soon be back
Before it becomes really late....

- Bee

posted July 25, 2005