There are moments when he looks at her,
Seeking the love that shone brilliantly with each gaze.
Searching for the little smile that crossed her lips with each interaction between them.
Aching for the acts of affection that were given so lavishly but went unappreciated.
There are moments when he looks at her,
With bated breath and a frightfully hopefully gaze.
Looking for the love he thought was infinitely his,
From eyes clouded by his disappointments,
And a heart forever broken by them.