Patience is a virtue,
Anxiousness’ll hurt you.
Take your time, know your lines,
So when the curtains open,
You won’t be looking for a sign,
To show the production that has been conducted
Is moving fine.
When the curtains close,
You will know that in your mind,
You played your role, made your goal,
And had a perfect score,
Waiting on the encore, the crowds thirst for more.
As bouquets of roses are thrown upon the stage,
Mesmerized how you memorized the script
And every page.
Their adornment for your performance
Makes you amazed.
Deep down their scorning and abhorring
They’re so enraged,
The love displayed was only acting on a stage.

When watching the Play of Love at its prime,
Love plays with your mind,
And the jealous critics will hate the Play (Love)
You worked so hard to create.