The Longing Heart

As I look at her, I wonder how she doesn't see that the one she loves has sailed off to sea. But there she stands, holding on to hope, believing that love will find a way. And she'll be able to cope. She couldn't bear to live without him, that much is true, whether or not he loves her may be misconstrued. She'll always care for him, it seems that is her fate. If only he could love her back, it would help to alleviate, but there she waits, waiting on his return. Eyes to the sea, where her feet stand firm. Rippling the water, tears blurring her reflection. Inside her mind lies distorted perceptions. Her love surpasses the misery she keeps. Waiting for him, weep after weep.