If My Wait Is Eternal

Hope can be delusional, and if my wait is eternal mothing can stop it; and as hard as it is, my patience won't wear out... assuming it's not worthless! If I can't ever kiss my sweetheart lips, it'll be the worse than death; don't lovers deserve to laugh, to spend nights in a moon-lit room, not where shadows usually loom? I have decided to wait and outweigh the odds, whoever is hopeless and sobs must learn how to be patient; whoever rushes into things, will find out how useless it is! Let my wait not be boring and eternal, let days be filled with something magical; let her presence be real, not out of touch! A painter creates faces with his brush, his canvas hang on the walls of his room: there he makes many springs bloom! If I can't ever kiss my sweetheart burning lips, let my wait be eternal, not bitter and regretful... until the right one feels the desire for deep love!