Patience

They say it's a virtue,
 but that's not her issue.
 It's more a funny feeling
 that she's doing something wrong.
 She tells him that she loves him,
 and in her mind it's true.
 Her heart says she's a liar,
 but she knows what to do.
 "Have patience," she tells herself.
 "True love will come with time."
 "Have patience," she says again.
 "There's nothing more to find."
 He holds her as they sleep.
 She's silent as she weeps.
 Fighting another midnight war:
 heart against mind, hand against door.
 She whispers that she loves him,
 and in her mind it's true.
 Her heart says she's a liar,
 but she knows what to do.
 "Have patience," she tells herself.
 "True love will come with time."
 "Have patience," she says again.
 "There's nothing more to find."
 Three dreams, one remembered.
 A perfect kiss from another.
 Images she can't ignore.
 She falls from bed to floor.
 "Have patience," she tells herself.
 "True love will come with time."
 "Have patience," she says again.
 "There's nothing more to find."
 Three dreams, one remembered.
 A perfect kiss from another.
 Images she can't ignore.
 She falls from bed to floor.
 "Have patience," she tells herself.
 "True love will come with time."
 "Have patience," she says again.
 "There's nothing more to find."