She Awaits
Siting on a bench, she awaits,
patience testing her from time to time
peering through the passing crowd
as the sun above her shines.
Feeling no hunger nor thirst,
she sits there with frustration
ignoring the unknown stares,
as if looking through some invisible lens.
The wait was finally to end
and she would meet him,
was the feeling in her mind,
that made her happily sing.
It was too long, since
she saw his eyes stare at her
still sitting in her bench,
amidst the constant murmur.
Finally the sun lost patience
and started going down.
but she still awaits her love
in her lovely gifted gown.
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