The pulchritude of her essence lies in comparison with nothing.
The outer expulsion of her inner unique compassion stirs emotion of the most amorous quality.
Her presence, as if an entity, dwells with me continuously.
Love a beckoning call not yet possessing the ability to be.
Still as it is heard a portion of my sanity is transcended onto your finger tips.
Accepted has become a hope strengthened by time.
Want me as I crave your simple, yet unexplainably complex in itself, glance.
Patience never before had I obtained.
With you remaining in my thoughts I can now practice this subconscious intervention of spontaneous action.
I still sit alone as long as I must until these emotions become mutual.