Waiting
I sit and wait for her to come,
no longer am I cold and trembling,
but timid, very, still and some
would say, a man resembling
Someone who may as yet succumb
to fearsome thoughts he's been assembling
I sit and wait for her to come
from wherever she has been a rambling
I sit and watch the dark for signs
no longer searching for the light,
there's naught to fear; it shall decline
the one I wait for's not my plight
I sit and wait for her to come,
how long shall I be forced to wait
to search within to find the sum
I pray that she will not be late
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