the slightest smile
or gentlest squeeze
to look in those eyes
that make me weak in the knees

to taste that kiss
is worth the wait
will remain in this state forever
or as long as it takes

patient dreams assured
only a matter of time
for that small glance of forever
with no more goodbyes

will it ever be real
nobody knows
cannot see past my own desires
so i write letters to your ghost