Should I rest my hopes so high?
That you would ever look my way
to see a woman you love?
For I stand here,
hungering for your love,
starving for your arms
to wrap so tight around me.
I thirst for your touch as if stranded
in a desert a continent long.
For I have never tasted love’s sweet delicacy,
only seen others revel in the aftertaste of it all.
I find my heart eating me inside out,
begging for sustenance,
for you.
I guess it is impossible,
for why would you ever
love a woman like me?