Does she notice?
Does she notice the way I stare,
The way I can't seem to keep my eyes off her,
The way I watch her lips as she talks.
I can imagine myself kissing those lips,
Perhaps in this life,
Perhaps in the next.
I can wait,
I would wait a millennia to hold her,
To tell her I love her,
To hear her whisper my name and tell me she loves me too.
I would die for her in an instance,
I am the willing soldier,
Ready to lay down my life without hesitation.
No sacrifice is too much for her, for she is Elizabeth,
My leader, my love, my reason for living.
I need her more than anything else,
But can only watch from a distance hoping that one day,
She might see me as more than just her second in command.