His fingers tap as he’s in his own world,
A world I want to learn the language of.

A glimpse of the eye is all I ask for,
Just one thought in his mind is all I pray for.

His qualities are like the stars,
Too high above me
But I have my own

Hope,
Hope in that he will love me as I do him

Long suffering,
Everyday I ache for his approval and attention

Trust,
That if he loves another I will not grow cold

Patience,
How can I grow cold when I am numb from waiting?

Joy,
When I look up and he is already looking at me

Faith,
That he may love me as I do him

Or
Are his qualities blinding me into…
Delusion?