I am a very simple woman. I dream what others do. The joy of each new day. Sometimes late at night, I dream what all women do. Finding that one special person to share my life with.
I am the book left unopened,
the song left unsung,
words yet to be spoken,
a dream not yet begun.
I am the flower left unpicked,
the grape left on the vine,
hope trapped within the box,
the love no man can find.