Heart Of The Matter
Now, I Wait
I will not speak of it,
This love I feel for him,
It is held sacred in my soul,
A special love,
That made me whole,
I will not speak of it,
Nor share it with the world,
In tender words of prose,
I reach out to him,
Yet he will not see the written word,
Nor will he hear my spoken word,
I will not speak of it again,
For I have no need to,
I am here for him,
He is the reason,
He is the rhyme,
I live and breathe for him,
And, he is the one,
~~~ the only one,
I have held this gentle soul,
I have touched him tenderly,
He heard, my hearts confession,
Now I wait …..
For his return.
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Now, I Wait
Now, I Wait
