It’s not your job to fulfill my hopes
But how do I stop myself from wanting you to?

How do I look at you,
So precious and divine,
And keep myself from wanting to
Enact my mind's design?
Wanting your skin on my skin,
Your lips on mine,
Your laugh on my laugh,
Adorations intertwined?

I’ve spent far longer
Than I care to admit,
Pining and wishing
For a moment kismet
In which your eyes glow
With soft and tender curiosity,
When you reach for my touch
And make real my fantasy.

I pray that with time
This torment will dissolve,
And give way to peace
Unto desire absolved.
Now, I stave off optimism
That my love will be returned
And hope I will not sorrow
As deeply as I have yearned.