To Thy Own Self Be True

A hand I can not hold...
A face I can not see....

The longing to hold you close.. is this something that will ever be..
You promise me the world, a happiness that will never end. But know all I can see is a friend.

I think about you always.. and dream of holding you close... but will that dream become reality nobody ever knows..

You hold my heart in the palm of your hand, but being with you will that truly make a broken heart mend.

Should I give up life as I know it and take a leap of faith...you say the grass is greener i just need to open the gate.

Could love with stand a meeting such as this..or do I still have to wait until that first kiss..

For know you're my rock, my solid ground but to pass for reality seems so profound..

Is it you that I want to have and to hold, or has my broken heart just gotten cold...

A cry for attention you promise to give...A reason to go on.. A reason to live...

I would reach out and hug you if you could only see..that your words of kindness meant so much to me..

It is not love now I realize that I feel for you..but happiness for you showed me to thy own self be true.

(Please rate and Comment I have never really sat down and wrote out my poems and would like any advice or comments) Thank You!