it's late at night
and i can't sleep.
i know that soon
the alarm will beep.

but for now i sit;
afraid to admit
that my feelings for you
are growing bit-by-bit.

i suppose one could say
that you've led me astray.
it is not ideal,
but i think i will stay.

my mind wanders
and i can't help but ponder . . .

is this what i need?
is this love indeed?

- g.r.