As we move through life & grow,
The interwoven connection we may know,
If everything at once was shown,
Would I consider myself to be alone?
There is something to look forward to,
As in the next time I will see you,
The many times that I wonder,
What you are thinking & what you ponder,
When we talk, there are usually few words,
Conversational music; the singing of birds,
I would like our relationship to grow fonder,
The times I think of you as I wander,
Many thoughts are hidden in my mind,
To be revealed at a later time.