On a stage only big enough for two, I watch the drama of your feelings and emotions being played out. Not entertained by the other characters too lucky to even have roles in your life. I criticize in the weekly column of my mind, praying for the shows end, so that mine can one day Lovingly begin. Hungry to illuminate my Heart's shine, I court you with persistent passion; penned on your Heart's notepad is where it's meant to stain well.
Backstage I watch for mistakes with success in my eyes, waiting for a chance to steal the scene from he who plays your leading man but lacks the talent to play the part with real Heart. You mentioned having patience which is something I've come to know all too well, as I stand outside your life's window throwing stones of affection only to have them tossed in another direction. I fear for your Heart's depression, if you continue to invest all you've got into worthless junk-bonds, but if ever you're alone and need a loan of rich admiration and jokes to make you laugh until you're aching I will always be your bail out.
The world may not revolve around you but it definitely wouldn't spin without you. To Me, you mean.
Photo Model: Satya Persaud