Maybe Someday

Home is where the heart is

isn't that what people say?

But there are times it's not the truth

And it doesn't work that way

Sometimes there is that someone

Who comes into your heart

When you don't even notice

And that is when it starts

That seed is planted deep within

And then it starts to grow

And then before much time has passed

You're aware, and then you know

This love becomes your passion

And fight it as you will

Your dreams, your thoughts, your waking hours

Keep trying to fulfill

The burning love is deep inside

That wants to scream and shout

For the one who knows you not

With cries "please let me out"

I cannot say how this will end

I only know for sure

That there is someone in my heart

That forever will endure

So, home's not where my heart is

And, yes, it's sad to say

I love someone that knows me not

Oh, to hope ... maybe someday...

Devotion
The heart can think of no devotion

Greater than being shore to the ocean--

Holding the curve of one position,

Counting an endless repetition.
by Robert Lee Frost
(1874-1963)

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