Speak To Me

If there is no hope, tell me so,
And deliver upon my heart the fatal blow;

To all the good feelings put an end,
So that my broken heart may start to mend;

Or if thou willst, pronounceth thee
Feelings that thou hav'th of me;

If thou dost think my words untrue,
That from the inked page doth spew;

Only allow me to prove what I say,
From now until my dying day;

Dying without knowing what could have been,
Would prove to be the most mortal sin;

If I die tomorrow, I would have one regret,
That I had not gotten to know you better yet;

I ask of you only that you wait and see,
Before deciding upon the fate of you and me;

Until the proper time shall I patiently wait,
Finding some contentment in our current state;

I only hope my wait does not await an ill-fate,
But the greatest things in life are worth the wait;