Behind tired eyes, I wait. I wait for that feeling that lingers through my body when I hear his name... the inevitable feeling of want, of need, of the very true essence that keeps me waiting through each day. Wanting the days to go by faster.
Behind tired eyes, I dream. I dream of how life could be lived without him. How spending the rest of my life with him would make me the most fulfilled person on earth. I dream of his touch, I dream of how his beautiful blue eyes overflow with love, melting my heart so.
Behind tired eyes, I believe. I believe that God will place the two of us in each other's arms. I believe he will plant us on solid ground and nurture us. Our roots will join and our hearts will become one. And because of Gods great love, there would be no storm that we could not face.
Now, let me go and rest my eyes. For when the day comes, I will want to see the sweet smile on his face, and the tears of love that would trickle down his face. His hands so smooth, wiping each tear that lingers down the tip of his nose. |
