The Scent of Waiting

The business of "waiting" doesn't always bring pleasant feelings;
rather, "I am waiting"—these very words hide a heart's longing amid a thousand sorrows.

What becomes of the waiting that continues even knowing it can never end?
Have you ever seen any other feeling as pure, as true, as still as waiting?

Even when you diminish your own importance, the one you wait for—
you will fail again and again to bring them back.
The one whose touch you wait for—
feeling them, you will be amazed a thousand times over.

Do you want an end to these hours of waiting?
Can even death free you from this torment?

I have learned—
waiting can only end when love's intensity reaches its conclusion.

Does love ever conclude?
Then how do you expect waiting to have an ending?

In your long waiting, you have sketched my reflection across your eyes—
let time stretch a little longer in the analysis of that enchanting vision.