I recently stumbled upon something I wrote a long time ago. I think it's safe to say that none of it is relevant anymore, which is too bad because I think it's still kind of a lovely poem on my part, if I do say so myself. Oh, well. Live and learn, I guess.
As Long As...
As long
as you need me in your life
As long
as I'm willing to do anything to protect it—even at the expense of
my own life
As long
as I carry your heart in my hip pocket
As long
as you would do the same for me
As long
as we still sing to each other
As long
as there's room for you in my arms
As long
as your sighs and your tears shatter my heart into tiny fragments
As long
as I'll endure the pain to help relieve yours
As long
as I still call you the next day to make sure all is well
As long
as we're willing to tell each other anything and everything
As long
as I can always call you my best friend
As long
as you can always call me yours
As long
as you always think of yourself as my girl—even if nothing comes of
it
As long
as I can say I love you, just because sometimes I don't know what
else to say
Then
you needn't worry
I'll
never complely close off my heart.
--William
Allen, 15 May, 2001
