Wishes Untold

Wishes Untold

I envision how
I want him to treat me

But truth be told, he
must be he and
I feel his "he" may
not include me...

His voice so soft,
his touch so gentle
I don't know how to feel

For his kisses are elusive
the thought of his love, surreal

Do I fit into his plan or
am I just his settle
for when I ask him questions
of soul, I feel he thinks I
meddle...

I rarely feel this kind of
doubt, it's a foreign thing
to me

I wish the best for him in
life, this rebel, wild and free

As he rides the road of
life, I wish for him no pain
or strife

And if I am not to be his bliss
may he at least find happiness

Lynn West
(c) 2012