So I Grew Tired
I grew tired of the tender rain,
That fell on hearts too long in bloom,
Of songs that echoed soft with pain,
Then vanished into gloom.
I grew tired of waiting nights,
When stars refused to stay,
And dreams that burned with silver lights,
Then quietly slipped away.
I grew tired of gentle hands,
That trembled when they blessed,
Of love that asked for promises,
When silence would have guessed.
And here I am still waiting, for that
Kiss you promised me.
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