I sit here alone, gazing into the distance forlorn.
My heart beats faintly: it is battered, bruised, and forworn.
Tenderly, I close my eyes and think of you: the subject of my dreams.
As I do, I feel the ripples as my heart begins tearing at the seams.
Consequently, I close my eyes harder to encounter the form of your spellbinding smile.
The cool wind rustles through the leaves, diverting my mind off you for a while.
However, my heart begins yearning for you my dear: I wish I could hold on to your fair hand.
Except my mind is keen to remind me that I did get to hold on to you, yet things didn't work out as had planned.
At this point, my mind is now clouded with thoughts of only you.
I look up to the sky and perhaps there is hope for us, it is so impossibly blue!
In a sudden turn of fate, the orange and yellow embers start streaming through: a touch of sunset on a far-off hill.
And I made myself believe that the gravity of my emotions could quite possibly make time itself stand still.
I cherished it all my dear: the wishing, the longing, the yearning, and the wait!