Waiting for you;praying you come to me soon...how long do I have to wait, aching to be against you from the cold harsh world..."Where are you?" I scream silently to myselfSeasons change so many times I begin to despair...or perhaps you are near and I knownot;How sad for us to wait needlessly...Come to me, belovedAllow me to hold you to my bosom when yourworld tilts like mine...knowing I'm waitingfor you always...
Lisa M Acton
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