Slowly,
They wait.
For they sense
That, an an imminence,
Her bud will burst bright.
In
My thoughts
And my dreams,
It's her I see,
But not like the others.
A
Public spectacle
She is not,
Though deemed to be.
Her blossoming is for me.
They
Can wait,
But they'll find
That their cherished lady
Will run into my arms.
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 5:27 AM UTC
Slowly,
They wait.
For they sense
That, an an imminence,
Her bud will burst bright.
In
My thoughts
And my dreams,
It's her I see,
But not like the others.
A
Public spectacle
She is not,
Though deemed to be.
Her blossoming is for me.
They
Can wait,
But they'll find
That their cherished lady
Will run into my arms.
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