Waiting
Wanting and having are two
different emotions that we
all have inside,but the patience
we must endure,must be
kept inside.
Its like a slow moving river
with no end in sight,my
craft filled with anticipation,
breathing fresh air for this
plight.
Im talking about special love,
you know shes in sight,will
this water chill my love?
through another endless
night.
Ive had many nights,to
dream of this inaugural
commitment,joining our
love,in lifes cement.
We have both known,that
this day would come,
obstacles and tribulations,
we will never succumb.
Our road has been long,
with nothing getting in the way,
I will look into her eyes,
solidifying love on that
special day.
She has been patient too,
at times from afar,we have
kept our goals in our hearts,
we know,where we are.
Joining as one,is only
the beginning,putting forth
our goals,and still
creating.
Did I mention her natural
beauty,which is unmatched
and exilerating,the very
thought of her breath,
keeps me patiently
waiting.She has al-
ways been here,so close
to my heart,without her,
id be torn apart.
there is a fine line between
waiting and wanting,waiting is
to kill a deer,and wanting is
when you know,that special
day is near.
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