I built a home within my gaze,
And for long years,I did not stir,
Watching the seasons of your face,
A silent,steadfast worshipper.
I studied every shade and light,
The winter in your absent smile,
Believing that with patient sight,
I could the frozen spring beguile.
I thought, "This rock will wear away,
"The ice must yield to sun's slow touch,
"And surely,by the end of day,
"You'll turn to me,and love me much."
The dusk would settle, deep and blue,
And stars their cold approval gave,
The only language that I knew
Was standing watch,a faithful slave.
But seasons turned, and turned again,
No thaw arrived,no word was spoken,
My silent vigil,all in vain,
A promise endlessly broken.
So I remain, a statue, still,
Where hope and patience slowly blend,
Upon a heart that has no will
To melt,to bend, or to befriend.
Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 12:30 AM UTC
I built a home within my gaze,
And for long years,I did not stir,
Watching the seasons of your face,
A silent,steadfast worshipper.
I studied every shade and light,
The winter in your absent smile,
Believing that with patient sight,
I could the frozen spring beguile.
I thought, "This rock will wear away,
"The ice must yield to sun's slow touch,
"And surely,by the end of day,
"You'll turn to me,and love me much."
The dusk would settle, deep and blue,
And stars their cold approval gave,
The only language that I knew
Was standing watch,a faithful slave.
But seasons turned, and turned again,
No thaw arrived,no word was spoken,
My silent vigil,all in vain,
A promise endlessly broken.
So I remain, a statue, still,
Where hope and patience slowly blend,
Upon a heart that has no will
To melt,to bend, or to befriend.
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