If I had a second better give me two
Just to call your name that’s what I would do
And maybe you would turn maybe you would see
Maybe you would come and maybe talk to me

Now I have a minute a few for just awhile
I would try to say, something so you’d smile
And if I could do such and you liked the talk
I know I’d have to ask for us to take a walk

An hour maybe two a few until the moon
Until the starry night maybe you will swoon
And if it all somehow goes extremely well
Maybe greet the sun a story we will tell

So now I have a day in the park we lay
Oh how I wish you’d never go away
But soon you must depart along with my dear heart
Yet I have a chance the calendar I mark

A week has now went by perhaps another three
Maybe I would ask, would you… wait and see
I wait for you to show, a present in my hand
I know the special day and I am your man

Another month does pass and another for the most
Beautiful girl I’ve seen I like to make a toast
Another year of joy and only happy tears
Another year of kisses and you are always here

And that is what they say of happily ever after
The sweetest fairytale our story and its chapters
But this is just a dream as time just passes by
You and me together, all I do is cry

Never second give for us to be together
Just another word just another letter
To get so close to you to maybe just be seen
Will be another movie on computer screens

A minute I can’t ask never more to know
Messages unanswered or maybe they don’t go
Inboxes fill to brim with other cherished things
I know I’m not the one no matter what I bring

An hour that’s a laugh and more I figure not
The moon may cast its glow the weather only hot
And as I lay in bed a story dreams do tell
Until the morning sun welcomes me to Hell

And another day passes with my love
Thinking of the heavens my heart does fly above
Only to return, down and torn apart
To patch itself tomorrow if only I were smart

Another week I write don’t really have a reason
No one truly cares my words you never see them
And yet another word as the week does end
I can’t stop my fingers, publish or to send

A month without a word from the pretty girl
Yet I live again and the world does turn
Asking me forever will I ever learn?
No I say never and so in Hell I burn

I mark another year however can it be
That I worship you; am I too blind to see
A year, two months, some days wishing you were mine
My heart does bleed this love and yet I waste my time

A truer fairytale not happily ever after
Just a foolish beast and the beauty after
So knowing all these things never to be mine
I’ll write again tomorrow and maybe waste my time

Copyright © 2010, Will A. Bradford Jr.