Wishful Thinking

Is there a place for myself in world of
ours? Is there a place for a person of
loneliness in a world full of lovers?
I want someone to help me find others
who look at me as a person who can
love and listen to them. I am the man
for someone who is looking for someone
like me. I wish I could find her soon. Some
nights I lay awake and wonder who would come
to my rescue, who would help me find my
way out of the tunnel of despair. "I
see someone in the distant dawn!" I cry.
Is that her? Have my wishes come true? "Fly,
my message, catch her before she gets
away." The long journey has begun. Let's
hope my message arrives safely. She's the
on. I just know it. Will she ever see the
importance of my message? Wait, she turns
around, she sees the message. She now learns
the secret of my deepest depths of my
love and passion. A new figure arrives
and holds her tight. Where is the message? Did
she throw it away? Could she have? I did
see her hands, as they gracefully flowed to
her pockets. I hope she kept it. Now to
find out if it meant anything to her or
if it was just another hope letter for
her collection of many others. I may
just be another guy of already filled day.
The next day I see her alone by the tree
of many childhood memories. She sees me.
She's been crying. "What's wrong?" She reaches to
me. This is the first of many times to
come, that I will be there for her. I know
I can keep the promises I make. I know
I can make her feel wanted and loved too.
All she needs now is someone to be true.
What she has now is someone always hers.