Waiting For Love
As my thoughts fill up this quiet room
My eyes daydream of who could take me soon
Of a love my life has still not met
Of a man who's yet not shared my quest
Will he be a master of the arts
And a chef who bakes me yummy tarts
Or will he be a quiet book worn man
That talks his writings that he makes by hand
I wonder if he would have strong long hair
And whisper to me how much he would bare
Touch me softly with his longing eyes
Looking at me knowing I'm his prize
It does not matter what he looks or does
But, just right now, I'm waiting for his love...
Theme from Constance's I Wait Patiently, Quietly poem
Copyright © Jessica Arteaga | Year Posted 2010
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