The Mate
I searched high and low
for that special someone
to share my life with
will I ever meet the mate that is meant for me?
I have asked this question I hope I don't have to wait eternally
for the answer I'm longing to know
searching high and searching low
life to me has a different meaning when it is shared by two
you with me
me with you
I will be yours to have and to hold
conveying this to you
hope I'm not being too blod
the mate I so patiently await
to be adored by her
come on time
don't be late
to laugh, cry, and even smile
with that mate
not for a short time
but for a while
Copyright © Sandra Wilson | Year Posted 2005
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