Unrequitted Reverence

What does it take to be appreciated?
Meaningless salutations and gratuitous laughs,
A gesture of acknowledgment or a pictograph smile.
That is not displaying appreciation,
That is spurious attention.
Benevolent destruction of the most sincere kind.
Idolatry isn’t framed with language,
It is solidified by the devotion of feelings.
An expression of awe that is unmistakable.
Genuine cognizance of perfect quality
That is irrevocably lucid,
It leaves nothing in question,
No emotion in doubt.
A quiet nod or an imputed grin illustrates benediction,
But does not satisfy the thirst for plenary adulation.
Sometimes a simple word will suffice;
When the mouth that speaks it,
Or the hand that types it,
Has nothing to gain and everything to give.
When time becomes the greatest thing you can give them.
When the intonation of gratitude becomes so overbearing,
That it leaves you unable to do anything.
Nothing but explain its impact.
To spend hour after waking hour
Thinking of the influence that,
Somebody else holds over your head,
And why you love them because of it.
Is that what appreciation is?
I dare not be so presumptuous.
All I can do is sit and wonder,
Postulate and consider,
Think.
Maybe, someday I will be appreciated.