Love

It was Saturday night as I sat across the table from her. I stared at her while the music was playing in the background, boy how I love her. I am not sure if she really new I was staring at her, but every now and then I had to turn my head so that the tears would not start to roll.

It seems like for ever since I held her in my arms and unfortunately tonight would not be the night. The singer continued crooning, and every now and then this women across me would either lean forward and hug her son or lean back and chat with her friend. Still no glance my way.

How I wish I could take her home with me, but not tonight. Maybe in another week or two she will share my bed, share my heart, share my dreams. Until there she can share my thoughts and Prayers.

"Could I love you, I suppose."