if wishes
were horses
i would've had
a forty acre land
filled with stables
i have this
habit
of asking
for far too much
than i probably
deserve
more than
is possible
more than what
i could probably
have
an eternal
optimist
my downfall,
i guess
too late to realize
that if you
want something
as badly as
i'm wanting,
needing you now
i should stop
wishing
and do something,
anything to
make you mine
the odds
are stacked up
against me
but i can't stop
not when
it's you at stake
not when
i hardly recognize
life before you
or after you

i am going
to make you
love me
however long
it takes
however hard you
make it

i am already yours
all i have to do
is make you mine
now how
in the hell can i do that?
i don't know
maybe the fates
would smile my way
this time
maybe, just maybe. . .
add another horse
to my ever growing ranch