Expectant heart
I was waiting for youbut you never came,
expectant heart
a burning flame.
My love I've stored for
a hundred years,
is waiting now through
these ancient tears.
Letters written so long before
my day,seem to be within me
at this moment,
finding ways to come alive
with pen I make atonement.
Love is the deepest part of me
that extends beyond my knowing,
reaching out beyond my spirit
that is somehow glowing.
Two souls drifting through
time and space-
lost lovers so once entwined,
now wait still longer yet, with grace.
No greater love to find..............
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