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Apr 2020
Here I sit and wait for thee
Hope thou hasn’t forgotten me
May hearts be true and love to last
A call for my lover soon to pass

A walk upon a narrow path
One sheds a tear and then to laugh
Upon a lovely grove to see
That’s where my love shall first see me

Our eyes to meet, our hearts to blend
Our there on from then
Be bound together, heart and soul
To find something worth more than gold

But still I sit and wait for thee
Imagining something that may not be
May all ye dreamers find ye mate
And love last forever as if by fate.
This was my attempt at writing in the Shakespearean sonnet style. Written before 2003.
Written by
Matese Towns Prestridge  35/F/Selma, Alabama
(35/F/Selma, Alabama)   
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