A long year behind,
yet another beckons.

For those people out there who feel that there isn't hope in your current situation with someone, who just wish that that someone could feel what you feel deep down, in the deepest recesses of your aching heart. To know what's it like to yearn for something, anything; a smile that makes you smile, a careless whisper that leaves you breathless, a glance that ignites the waxen mass that used to count for a heart. For those people out there - and i'm sure there are more than a handful -, this poem is for you, and I sincerely hope you appreciate it, especially if it describes how you feel towards that certain someone perfectly.


HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
W.B. Yeats


Perfect.