We count many things in our lives,

And time is not forgotten in this.

The past is littered with memories;

Happy and sad, lonely and glad,

But that is the way she works.

Time,

That keenest mistress we will ever know,

Plays silly games with me;

One day teasing and happy,

Maybe when you afford me a smile,

Then cold and painful on another

When I might not even see you.

How I long for something more tangible,

Something real to hold on to.

I've been watching you

For perhaps only a short time,

And who, but I, shall judge this time well spent or wasted?

I treasure the few opportunities afforded to me

When I might see you;

Although only a moment each day

The shortfall in quantity is made up

By the excess in quality of picture.

And of your time?

Spent perhaps partly at work and at play,

Perhaps musing over silly thoughts,

Contemplating important events,

Or planning some idle time.

At some point in time you may consider your future,

And that is where I find myself aiming toward.

I've been watching you Sophia,

And I like what I see.

Like mystic Merlin,

I hide behind these mortal words,

For my shyness prohibits me otherwise.

My limited english and hopeless grammar

Fail to fully describe the thoughts and wishes I hold for you,

And are a poor substitiute for the spoken word.

I write to you almost every night,

But send only a few thoughts, those that you have already seen.

Though I hide behind a simple screen,

You know this Merlin,

But you cannot quite make him out.

Is it him? He can't honestly mean it?

Well it is, and I do.

But still I am prevented to break out of my shell

And speak with you.

Maybe time will avail herself to assist me in this matter...