Flames of Fires Fade

I Write of a Longing for Love

I write of a longing for love.
I wish for the stars to fall at night.

The nights where the moon shines
illuminating light brighter than the sun.

Hoping for the lines to reassure me
these monsters were just shadows passing through.

I write of a longing for love.
I know he loves me, but never well-defined.

I love him too, sometimes, I think,
always uncertain of who loves who.

Those words unspoken that bind the soul
haunt me when I dream at night.

Everything I do for him, to please him.
I want to make him smile.

He is filled with endless pride,
pride lasting forever, love a secondary emotion.

My words of love never reach him.
His love expressed through criticism.

Life would be easy without him, gravity would have no hold,
but I love him, and he loves me too. 

Those nights I fell asleep cold while waiting,
he came in with a blanket to cover my fears.