Another day, another no.

Each day I see her, each day I love her, and each day I know that she is not mine. I look into her eyes, I watch her elegant body as she dances across the black marley. Black marley, representitive of my hope. Hope, what is hope and how do we know that we have hope and not a want. Want, much different from desire, but what is it?

When I see her this is how I feel. Though she belongs to none but her family and her God, I want her to be mine and I her's. Everyday I want to hold her in my arms and never let go, yet time and time again...

No.

I long for the day when I can stay up one night talking to her and tell her how I feel about her. The day when I can gain the approval of her father to take her to a dance. The day when we can sit in the woods listening to nature. Or the day when she says "I love you,". But these things may never happen because of the uncertainty of the world that we live in. We could get into a horrible accident and die tomorrow; so, don't live life in what if's, live them in the here and now and say yes to adventure and opportunity. "Make the most of today, go live life the real way." - Gary Turk.