How I wish . . . . . . .

I wish he could see the love in my eye
I wish he could hear the melodies in my heart
I wish he could feel the pain in my soul
I wish he could just be there for me

I wish the night had less darkness
I wish the air had more of his breath
I wish the spaces had less emptiness
I wish my love had more life to it

I wish I could sing the melodies of love
I wish I could paint the romantic sky
I wish I could live feeling more alive
I wish I could get back loved the way I love

I wish I had less pain
I wish I had more passion
I wish I got loved with all his heart
I wish I were never to falter again

I wish to feel less experimented on
I wish to feel less judged upon
I wish not to be healed in vein
I wish I got loved like insane

I wish I were more important to him
I wish I were his object of affection
I wish I could always smile
I wish I could be happy for a while

I wish I could be as indifferent
I wish I could be more pertinent
I wish that I was loved
I wish that I was loved