Yet

Yet                                       March 21, 2006

I feel love.

She doesn't seem too. Yet.

I am swelling.

She says she isn't.  Yet.

I think she's beautiful.

She has made no response. Yet.

What am I ever to do,

When this is all about to explode inside of me?

Yet.

I don't know what to do,

But she seems to have all the answers,

And yet... .

I have made my best attempts

To display to her my love,

And yet... .

Everything has proven fruitless,

Because I can't break through

To her side of the wall,

And yet... .

I guess I shall just keep praying

For that one someday to arrive,

And yet.

Love is like a thunderbolt.

Better stretch out and grab it while I can,

And yet... .

This is a deep, deep cut I have,

And the blood drains into the cup,

And yet... .

I can't seem to fulfill her,

Nor can I fulfill myself,

And yet... .

Oh well.  I guess I'll just sit around,

Waiting for Godot,

And yet... .