The first note i wroteWas a poem on ‘the waiting’Not knowing how that waiting isVery much into me lingering!There are two ways to see itThe good side n bad sideThe fruit of that waitingIs as sweet as a pieBut the pain clinging to itWill never go aloneMore close to the fruitIt absorbs to the inside boneYet, there is a joy to waitFor the one we truly loveFrom days, weeks and monthsWith the desire flying like dove!
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