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‪Waiting for the love to come‬
‪With a fire in my heart that yearns‬
‪Longing for a warm embrace ‬
‪Invade her space, come face to face‬

‪Waiting for the love to come ‬
‪In my whispers can you hear‬
‪A poem from the depths of my soul‬
‪That defeats my greatest fear‬

Waiting for the love to come
To share with my desires
And quench my thirst and appetite
While extinguishing the fires
She’s lying in an empty field
On a bed of grass and leaves
Alone to daydream freely
About things no one believes
No one will take her seriously
Her thoughts, her hopes, her dreams
So she lies in wait, as her mind creates
An elaborate flawless scheme
Tires wreaking havoc on a dusty country road
Spinning wheels in corn fields
Mowed down row by row
They’re in tank tops and in faded jeans
Overalls rolled up to their knees
A toothpick and a straw hat
In a small town down the railroad tracks
That’s where limits know no bounds
Where the fox gets chased by hounds
From dusk till dawn
They’re here then gone
Somewhere likely underground
Immersed in soft red velvet
Sending shivers down my spine
The goosebumps, they are plenty
In a moment so divine
Brushed against my face, my torso, arms, and hands
Whenever wrapped in velvet
It tends to ruin daily plans
She was queen bee for a reason
She was respected and revered
At least that’s what they told her
Behind a voice of fear
She was quick to chop a head clean off
Without blinking an eye
So your whole life sometimes
Depended on your ability to lie
It was a poem without an ending
An incoherent verse
That was spewed out with the alcohol
Then aided by a nurse
The mood was rather somber
It was palpable at best
So the poem went without an ending
And made little to no sense
It was a simple little rhyme scheme
A play on different words
That were fed into my bloodstream
Which now sounds a bit absurd
I could taste the words when spoken
But if they were deferred
It still wouldn’t have an ending
Despite what you may have heard
His mother sang to him a lullaby
When she put him down for bed
Her voice was soft and mellow
As he rest his weary head
His eyes were closed as he faded off
And her voice grew softer still
Until it turned into a whisper
With her goal, in turn, fulfilled
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