A Wigwam for a Goose's Bridle

I’m smiling for the umpteenth time today,

I catch my breath because I realise why;

I hang on every single word you say,

and soon forget what made me want to cry.

Catch myself thinking of you and our talks

when my mind should be focused on my books.

Dreaming of dances, coffees and long walks,

and laughing at your jokes and funny looks.

I wonder but don’t really want to know,

if I am reading too much into this.

To find I am would come as such a blow.

To find I’m not would swell my heart with bliss.

For now I’ll just enjoy the way we are

and leave my wishes hanging on a star.

24 November 2010