For years I�ve waited and watched,

Hoping that my innermost desires would be heard.

Without uttering a word.

Waiting and watching for one stray glance

Acknowledging while praying still that I can sit quietly by,

Drawing no looks in my direction

I�ve watched you suffer,

Aching to reach and comfort, but afraid to speak

Seeing in your eyes the haunted look,

Often mirrored in mine.

I know the look, I know the dream.

Waiting and watching it always seems.

Reaching out would expose the want down deep inside.

Would you accept or pity I cry?

Dare I hope or dare I dream,

Always waiting and watching it seems

Copyright (c)2000 Cathy Daugherty

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