Untitled Poem by Paul Brenthley Adan

I write my feelings but words are lost with you as my inspiration
The stare and glaze of your eyes give me life…
Aloof as you may be, I understand that the role I must play is one that I detest
I can only wait for you… your heart is chained to another.

How does love see what the heart does not?
Soon… I vow to break the chains and offer my freedom for your company
The die has been cast… the broken silence is my gamble…
I hope that lady luck favors me…

Guarantees are never absolute but I trust in faith…
That I may not be what you want… But you are what I long for…