Waiting
Days turn into months
And months into years
As I patiently wait for your return.
Just thinking,
Where could you have gone?
Gone like the wind.
You left me here waiting,
Just waiting.
I see the flowers bloom,
Roses and Tulips and Sweet Pea and Peony;
They are like jewels to me,
But you are the only jewel I have yet to see.
I am still waiting,
waiting for that jewel that means more to me.
Still waiting,
And waiting.
My patience is like sand in an hourglass,
Slowly it is slipping away.
I have waited long and hard
For you to come back,
But I cannot wait anymore.
I love you and always will
But alas,
I shall bid thee farewell.
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