This is my book of poetry that I hope to eventually publish with photos. |
She stares out the window, And studies the leaves. She watches the rain fall, And feels the weeping inside. May wonders when he'll come, When her true love will arrive. May wonders how long she'll wait, Before he'll kiss her lips. She hasn't been alone long, Though she's always been alone. She doesn't dare believe in love, Or cling to the hope of romance. May wonders where he is, And if he's wondering about her. May wonders about his smile, And the timber of his voice. Her friends are unaware, That the pain is deep and sharp. They go about their lives, Sharing their tales of love and romance. May wonders what he enjoys, And what likes they will share. May wonders what it will feel like, To look into his eyes while in his arms. Time seems to pass so slowly, As she tries not to doubt love will find her. Every day is a struggle not to cry, To keep her smile in place no matter what. May wonders if he's ever coming, If he longs for her as she does him. May wonders if he dreams of her, Like she's been dreaming of him. If love cannot find May, May will survive despite this. Assured of her value even alone, She will not be broken. May wonders...and discovers...love has been waiting for her...in the arms of her Savior. May 1, 2009 |