You keep flooding my mind with thoughts of how better the future would turn out if the many doubts had would disengage and let fruitful possibilities of whatever takes over;

Yet I fear that time will elude us you see, I’ve lost myself trying to find you, yet you assure me that you’re still here; like raindrops in a drizzle all that is,

When you sever ties with the love you grew accustomed to over doubt or frail faith, not everything is black and white in love as it’s painted all over and it radiates whenever you look at me.

Sadly I love you and yet I cannot see or be beyond that.

So I keep waiting even when you’re not coming, I have faith. I love you enough for our joy to soar and for us to do more than slow dance, even though your glass is empty. I still love the wait as is.