I love her

But she is not yet ready

I dream of her

But she looks away

I talk to her

But she is silent

I think of her

But I am never in her mind

Wind to ice, fire to trees, earth to water

So is our speech

So is our dream

But I will wait and keep pure

For a day an age away

Is she lovely?

Yes

Is she beautiful?

Yes

Is she worth it?

I pray so

I hope so

I know so