Two sheets of lined paper
folded in four
making a journey
from here to your door

But now that it's posted
don't know how to feel
elated or frightened
it doesn't seem real

And when you reply
that is, if you do
what will you say?
will you love me too?

But had i not sent it
i would never know
that's why when i wrote it
i knew it must go

Put it in my bag
and walked down the road
the same stone-lined pathway
where the river had flowed

And this time i looked down
and saw pools of rain
in the moment of stillness
saw i had much to gain

Was this the last push?
of this i've no doubt
no more encouragement
needed from without

So i carried on walking
got to the post box
and then as i posted
i remembered the rocks

so smooth and so timeless
at least, on my scale
if they last forever
why not post my mail

So much is happening
in this universe
my feelings are tiny
let out in this verse

And yet i believed
that my problems are great
now i look around
see it was a mistake

Although on my scale
my troubles cause pain
against those of others
they're nothing but rain