My Fondness of You

There’s so much history Of the many things Said by you and me. Reading on through: The graying fondness Begins returning to a colorful hue. I’m trying to stop believing In my own daydreaming… Yet when I am missing you, I then see my mind as deceiving. In a way, you’re of the few Who makes an old wish of mine Become real and true. Was once far down in sorrow, Yet through your concern I became more hopeful And happier thereafter. You seem so ideal When it comes to what one May long for. Yet inside your mind There may only be a closed door. If only somehow, One could be made yours. Funny how you are able to discern Through how I seem to be feeling While changing my typing to my moods, And which personality I seem to be.? So easy you are, it’s relieving When I’m allowed letting out all these Bottled and secretly-kept thoughts and feelings. Always seem to be listening, So kind of you to even like my singing. Wonderfully genuine, Or at least you say so truthfully. How would life be for me If I never met you. Thinking of it, reading on through, Who knows what’d I do If neither of us knew me or you. Honestly I admire how you are, But my conscience’s told me That not even wishing on a shooting star Could make the wish to see you become true. I accept this decision of mine: I’m choosing to believe we’ll be friends? Thick and through even the boundaries of time…