Poem: Paths

3rd Aug '12

We take the route we know once more but it feels different to before.

I hold you on my shoulder although we are not much older I just feel like I have grown with you.

I stroke you hair, look in your eyes for the hundredth million time you tell me how to love you without words.

Wordless love is oblivious, to what I hold in my heart. When I want you.

You begged for what I begged to do, your patience rewarded you but still,

you wait.