Having Spare Time Is Waiting

Love is just a quickened word for me
Reciprocated love I shall not see
Because who could love me at all
For that was the catcher’s call
Sure I have blue eyes, with a golden trim
I’m still nothing, next to any him
Though I care for one too much to stop
That loving feeling can never top
So I shall continue to wish for love again and again
Waiting for it, is almost to much of a pain