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Like the gentle breeze of a late summer wind



my love comes for you.



Not overbearing, foolhardy, and fast,



but patient, wise, and true.



One of these days you'll see



how much I truly love you.



One of these days I'll express my love



while we're looking at the stars above,



but for now I must wait



because you are not ready to see our fate.



Perhaps I am wrong when I say I love you,



but we both know



that only God knows the truth.  



I hope and pray



that soon you will come my way,



but if you don't in the end



I will still remain your friend.



For love comes and love goes,



but throughout life we both know



that friends are scarce



at least the ones that are true.



So whether you see my love or not



I wish to be that friend for you...