To my Professor...
The years it has taken me to put these words from mind into writing! You are my love, unrequited. My soul still yearns for you, in all the maddening ways, with all the complications. I burn for you. Not a day has passed in all these long years that I have not thought of you. Perhaps the desperate romantic in me, the heart torn poet...I both hate and love you and cannot allow you to leave my mind however it may hurt me to have you stay. I wait for you, to return, to reach out, to say you too have never gone a day without thinking of me. I remain yours....ladyinwaiting











