I sit waiting,
Never expecting but always hoping.
Shes out there I know,
But always out of reach.

If I found her,
She would be as beautiful as the moon,
And as bright as the stars.
Nothing could ruin it.

Clouds drift,
Sun dips and raises,
Days pass me by,
But I do not panic I wait.

Theres a descant in my heart,
Playing just for her,
Violins, and a piano,
Simple and elegant.

So I sit waiting,
Spirits never plunder,
For I know in my heart,
My descant will find her.