She Sits and Waits:
She sits and waits for her love to return,
Does he remember how her heart burns?
She prays their love is the eternal flame,
And that he would never play love games.
She sits and waits for her love to say,
Oh, baby, only you make me feel this way,
The thought of losing her gallant knight,
To another maiden in his sight.
She sits and waits for her love to abate,
She senses it will, but is forced to wait,
So did he love her as she loved him?
Or was she simply his passing whim?
She sits and waits for her love to relay,
Perhaps he shall return in the passing of days.
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