She is still a child.
She thinks that because I love you
and because you love me,
that we will be together.
She thinks that our knowledge of each other,
will fill the silent distance
that comes between us.
She knows that you love me;
she believes that love is enough,
that happiness will soften
the harsh comparison between
what the world gives us and
what God wants.
She never gives up.
I am sad though –sometimes
I wish it were all true –
but what she thinks and believes
Is not what I know,
and I know that you are not mine.
I know that my inner child is still filled with hope,
praying that one day I will learn to listen.