My Dear Child

Coconut tree below the clouds

Helpless Desire

© by: dexterous
composed on January 26th @ 20:57

Excitement is what I feel,

when I think you're conceived. 

Yet sadness is the price,

when in reality you are not.

I am willing to wait,

it may not be the right time

But questions like "when"

always infiltrates my mind. 

Will you be given, will you be not?

Hope is what I have, my helpless desire.

I won't promise anything, 

I just want you in my arms.