A fire that burns deep in souls,
Unlike fragile flames, and more like deep burning coals.
Waiting, anticipating, pondering life,
In desperation of love, dissolution of strife.
A state destroying the walls of my heart,
Internally collapsing right from the start.
Aware that these feelings stand in isolation,
But longing for a miracle, my salvation.
Blind to the beauty reflecting in the mirror,
A certainty that once was much clearer.
Questioning the lack of reciprocal sentiment,
Self-conscious thoughts torturing my existence.
A test from above, evidence of our mortal state,
Telling us, guiding us, imploring us to wait.
Wait. Patience, the combatant of grief,
Trusting in God, that is my relief.