If you were a song I haven't written,
I anticipate the day I can sing it ...
For the clanks of a pan,
a simple rhythm.
Cannot compare,
To your intricate pictures
Of a simple smile
Warming my heart.

It rips me apart,
Throwing me off track,
But it feels like I can
Breathe again.

My love, my dear, though you may not love me today.

Maybe you will, someday.