Waiting

Love is not a time of hate
or coldness to thyself

The fire in your heart is lit
burning; waiting for a companion

He shall always see me
as a spring morning

As the dew on the leaves collapses below, and the sun shines above

But what shall I think of him
For he is as sweet as a summer's day

No one shall steal thy love between us

Nor shall death bring thy wanders inside

Still we wait,eye to eye
til' we shall truly face eachother again

If anyone were to disturb with thy fancies

As if me to see upon it
they will then see my true love





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lala said...
Apr. 27, 2010 at 3:56 pm
i love it fmf ur off the hissle!  jk i really liked it it was indeperenseibleism, it was the most thoudeperticism poem im ever read and let me tell you ive read poems that were indesteruptlis.
 
FlyleafFreak said...
Mar. 21, 2010 at 8:21 pm
Wow, this is absolutely stunning! I really can see the Shakespeare in this, but also your own personal touch. You should put some more work on the site, this is really good. Seriously, I really mean it, never stop writing.
 
featherfly said...
Aug. 13, 2009 at 6:56 pm
Thanks for your comments :)
 
Lonleydandy said...
Aug. 11, 2009 at 8:45 pm
I like it. I can tell how the Shakespearean works inspired it as well.
 
PK4evr This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 9, 2009 at 9:23 pm
Aww, pretty! And I see the Shakespeare in it too!
 
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