I wonder what she’s thinking of, I wonder if it’s me. I wonder if her thoughts are full, Of all that we could be. I wonder if she wonders if I think about her too, Or if I think she’s wonderful, And love her eyes of blue. But if she knew how my heart sings, When ever she is near; Would she accept this love I feel, Or run away in fear? One day I’ll tell her how I feel I’ll hold my breath and pray, That she will smile and take my hand; I love you too, she’ll say. © James O’Brien May 2003