The Pure Wait

Stupid heart, waiting for what, and why?
Searching the stars in an endless sky;
A small content, a simple delight,
A tiny smile that feels so right.

Like a farmer waiting for rain to fall,
For his fields to bloom and answer his call;
Like little birds or a child’s eyes,
Waiting for their mother’s warm sunrise.

Not asking for more, not asking to own,
Just one small moment, softly shown;
A smile so true, untouched by fate,
A feeling no force can separate.

Honest and pure, with a soulful glow,
A quiet emotion only hearts can know;
Some feelings need no reason or name
They simply exist, forever the same.