I want her so.
Does it ever show?
Will she never know?

Is it love?
Adoration?
Or maybe, both.

Though I feel no hope.

I will continue to look and listen.
Straight into her eyes as they glisten.
From a tear of sadness to the shimmer of happiness.

All the while I'm wishing.

Is it ******?
I've tried to consider.
I want it to be, but it's not.
It's something better.

Still, I feel like a distant visitor.

She comes and she goes.
Then she reappears.
My mind freezes, and my heart grows.
It remembers for me the existence of this beauty.

My heart, that is, knows as much as my mind.
I find they both are connected to my soul.

And she.