I gaze at a rose
with wonder and
think of you..
I think of you as I gaze
at the rose and I see
it turn black…
I gaze at a rose
with wonder and
think of you..
I think of you as I gaze
at the rose and I see
it turn black…
I await your
presence dear
much as I do
my every breath
And though my
wait is long is long
I by far prefer
it to death itself.
You have been
the one who
was there, when
needed.
Yet knowing
there is another,
for you; I now
wait content
to know when
needed, you’ll
be there…
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