How hard is it to wait
I say this in my head
While avoiding feelings that I dread
For I am an anchor that has begun to sink

If I only knew I was falling
Or that I would be blinded
Perhaps we were misguided
Yet here I am, on the phone still calling

If only you fell for me as I, did you
Then the next verse would be an easier write
And the world would still be bright
What more is there to really do?

Though not spoken, my eyes confess my love
There's not a prettier sight to me
There's no other place I long to be
But with you in the morning watching the doves