What is this hope?
What is this tortuous epiphany of disclosure?
Why must i go on fantisizing over these pointless conversations. Or that frivolous glance you stole today?
That spark of maybe...maybe something. The glimmer in your lingering eye...the one you may not even detect.
Perhaps, it isn't even there. Could it be that it was but a figment of my hopeful imagination?
Have I really gone that far? My fantasizes are becoming my realities. My only reality revolves it's self around you.
You are becoming all that I live for. Yet, this you do not know. You would not care if you did. So my secracy prevails.
I know that you don't care because while my eyes follow you, your eyes remain-and forever will remain- fixated on her.
Scrutinizing her every graceful move. This angel of unattainable glory. This pure utopia to obtain.
But, alas, this utopia will never prevail, for her splender belongs to another.
As does mine. My one true glory belongs to God. I know this because He knows me. And untill His ever watchful eye doth quaver,I am His.
Yet still, you are in my every prayer-myevery dream.
When will this hopeless quary end?
When will hope become closure?
-KINJRUH-