Eyes

I’m hoping against hope
to see the kind of love
I have for you in your eyes,
for me one day.

I’ll wait days, weeks, months,
or even years to see myself in those eyes,
because you’re my last.

I might lose myself in the process,
but all this effort is to breathe my
last breath in your palms one day
as your lover, husband, and companion.

You make me happy.
You give me hope to live.
The whole concept of you and each facet
opens up a closed door in me.

I want you to be happy with me,
both in my presence and absence.
Each passing day,
I wish to be yours, and you, mine.

It’s a tough course, and
I never imagined it would be
this tough to win you.
It weakens me immensely
but gives me strength at the same time
to fight for you each day, for some home.

I dream of us, our happiness, and our future.
I will wait for a glimpse of love
in your eyes for me, forever.
Take your time…