Staring: a poem

No more waiting.
No more wanting.
I can stare as long as
I want.
I know you're shy,
looking to hide
your so called
imperfections
from me.
But its what
makes you
all the more.
When you speak,
I watch your passions,
your wishes
for progress
in all things.
It couldn't come
faster enough.
And you like to
hide your excitement.
It's uncommon
to watch a
warrior
ache
for harmony.
To desire
peace and partnership.
Your eyes are where
the light shines,
and I'm convinced.