The Vigil

The candle burns while I stand wait for you;
A vigil kept in hope of darkness' demise.
The flame lasts long, so long shall I be true,
Awaiting the love that fate for now denies.
But you, with all your charm and regal grace,
For you the time is nothing; you do not wait
With candle and prayer for love's intimate embrace,
But shrug indifferent, and trust it won't come late.
You say men are single-minded, with desires
That only give regard to their egos and lust;
I sadly hang my head, for my burning, youthful fire
Makes me unworthy of where you tread on dust.
So I must hold my vigil by my candle all alone
For when you sit by your candle and I am fully grown.

Be seeing you,
Steven