| I seek out those who have but little time for me. They care, or say they do - yet often spare a few moments only. Is it I who draws me to them, or them to me, as friends - Anticipating unknowingly the pain I will feel as I am often rebuffed by their schedules? Or do they profess to care, but really find it not in themselves to embrace me, And spend some time being there, and putting their love into minutes or hours As gifts of their friendship to me, as signs beyond words of caring and love? Do I expect things others do not, and set too high the sights of my heart? I will give happily that which I long for, but equally I wish to be given, and that Without having to ask - for friendship should tell what its wards are in need of. - Denariel. |