With droplets pouring into a bucket on a rainy day
Inconsiderate as it overflows, yet another drop pours.
A gladiator bursting with rage, with a spear in hand
Building sheer power yet remains target less.
Like a marine at war, I hone my longing
Second by second and every second it grows.
So much so, that you shall feel the raw power
Of dormant love, bursting, on my first embrace.
Until that day, I ask only your patience
With remorse I toil, and toil lonely.
Building castles, I must seem laughable
For there is, but no one awaiting me.