Waiting

When will you give in? Must I wait forever? I play the game of patience you lay before me. And contuiously worry about what might be ... This game you play seems never ending, I hate not having you to claim. I could care less if anyone knows, I could just find one moment of peace in me knowing what they would never expect. Why must you toy with me? Are you happy to dangle your temptation in front of my wanting eyes? And even so, I will be here, Waiting.