Love can be so binding The air is soft, The sun is bright, and everything’s in bloom. But here I am and there you sit , Just staring ‘cross the room. I reach for you , you pull away, and so the story goes. I try to say I love you, I wonder if  it shows. Please believe me,  I’m crying’ all the time. I’m tired of being unhappy, your always on my mind. I need your shoulder to lean on , a place to lay my head. I try to pull you close to me , But I’m much to proud to beg. Love can be so binding. Love can be so cruel. ‘specially when you realize, he’s not in love with you.     By Diane L  Shotwell Copyright 1997,1998 Diane L. (Brightbill) Shotwell  All rights reserved