It became accustomed to the shadows

Lurking behind limelight to catch a glimpse

of a figure it admires.

 

It nurtured wonderland meadows

Hoping to satisfy intricated whims

of the one who aspires.

 

It spent countless hours on idle daydream,

Overthinking and rhyming a confession,

An ideal entrance.

 

It longed to touch but deemed it extreme,

An act of uncalled and rude aggression,

Marring divine presence.

 

It watched, as the presence bloomed and leapt,

Out of reach. It bit down its tongue and wept.

They were kept.

 

It still prayed. It still yearned. Felt betrayed…

 

However, the impudent desires are baseless.

It knows – the destiny of love that is faceless

Is short-lived and graceless.