Wiping tears away.

No one understands the toy's mind.

"A picture is worth a thousand words."

The toy took many of itself, 

with hearts and everything,

just for the one it has its hopes for.

Not very flexible in nature,

Neither is it expressive to be seen,

This gesture it thought,

Would at least have its mean.

Day and night it looks by its window,

just one bright window,

waiting for things to be seen.

But whatever it is, 

It never stopped peaking at its heart's desire from that screen.

Busy master, brewing ideas,

Catching his attention was oh so dear.

By means and ways the toy would try,

Even tears would run from its eye.

At last words were all it took, it seemed.

Efforts payed off, and now it sees.

The master took the toy to play.

Caressing it gently, as the toy would say.

Would this be a happy day?

Whatever it is, we'll just have to live another day.

For now it dances with envy miles away.

Hoping this moment will be everyday.