Patient Love
Time was when love was very near, lying there in waiting.
In dawdling youth I looked away, with heart and head debating.
The mind grew weary after while, conceding heart had won.
The heart extended welcome, but ‘twas found that love had gone.
A love that is not nourished will simply fade away.
Its steadfastness must be cared for and tended every day.
Improvident the lass or lad who holds love carelessly.
It’s rare the love that can endure rejection endlessly.
Won a 3rd
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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