#lovewaits - Hello Poetry

i'll look at you from afar, gaze as if mesmerized i'll be your shadow in a shade, you won't know this exists until then until when things fall into place when you can spell out love without her name when i accepted that it's not always i who could hold my hands wait and let go love is but a rainbow sometimes it's dark, sometimes it's not but it gives color to the sky and unicorns do fly until then until then, we'll fly

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May 26, 2015

May 26, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC

christcel

Until then

i'll look at you from afar, gaze as if mesmerized i'll be your shadow in a shade, you won't know this exists until then until when things fall into place when you can spell out love without her name when i accepted that it's not always i who could hold my hands wait and let go love is but a rainbow sometimes it's dark, sometimes it's not but it gives color to the sky and unicorns do fly until then until then, we'll fly

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I feel like we finally started seeing each other last night when our hands were together your words were soft mine, understanding working toward a life of forever Who knew love could be this hard? Back in the 90's when the net was young words were our life like your name on my tongue We grew closer and intimate without the feeling of skin We opened our hearts wide and accepted the other within As the years flew by and distance reigned life drove us apart as though fate were feigned But, together at last through a fateful verse I reached out and you answered dispelling our curse Now, a few years later we fight hardest for our love learning to embrace when our instincts are to shove I know we'll make it together My faith is greater than the Pope's We have the rest of our lives together sharing passions & play, hearts & hopes Symbolizing my commitment and desire I've given you the hardest stone You gave me in return your heart and body to own 030415 ~ 12p

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Mar 4, 2015

Mar 4, 2015 at 3:27 PM UTC

MCruxAlexander

faith

I feel like we finally started seeing each other last night when our hands were together your words were soft mine, understanding working toward a life of forever Who knew love could be this hard? Back in the 90's when the net was young words were our life like your name on my tongue We grew closer and intimate without the feeling of skin We opened our hearts wide and accepted the other within As the years flew by and distance reigned life drove us apart as though fate were feigned But, together at last through a fateful verse I reached out and you answered dispelling our curse Now, a few years later we fight hardest for our love learning to embrace when our instincts are to shove I know we'll make it together My faith is greater than the Pope's We have the rest of our lives together sharing passions & play, hearts & hopes Symbolizing my commitment and desire I've given you the hardest stone You gave me in return your heart and body to own 030415 ~ 12p

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They say I'm crazy and I know it's true. But I know by waiting I'm saving myself for you.

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Mar 10, 2018

Mar 10, 2018 at 10:35 PM UTC

TianaMarie

Saving my first kiss for my wedding day

They say I'm crazy and I know it's true. But I know by waiting I'm saving myself for you.

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Each morning before the world begins its noise, I come to this quiet corner. Behind clear glass a small grey rabbit keeps watch— soft, patient, like it understands the meaning of waiting. Around its neck rests your St Christopher, the guardian of travellers, the keeper of long roads and safe returns. You’re not lost. You’re not gone. You’re simply walking a path that bends away from me for now. Your picture sits beside him, eyes bright with that fearless little smile— the smile that reminds me why I refuse to give up. Because mothers are strange creatures. We can be broken and still stand. Burned by the world and still carry fire. Maybe that’s why they call me Phoenix. And every day I leave this small promise here: A rabbit to hold your place. A saint to guard your journey. A picture to keep your light in this home. Not because you’re gone— but because one day your footsteps will find their way back through this door. And when they do, the rabbit will no longer need to wait, St Christopher will return to your chest, and the space I’ve kept for you will finally be filled by the sound of my little warrior coming home.

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Mar 13

Mar 13, 2026 at 4:10 PM UTC

Anonymous_Flame

The Space That Waits for you

Each morning before the world begins its noise, I come to this quiet corner. Behind clear glass a small grey rabbit keeps watch— soft, patient, like it understands the meaning of waiting. Around its neck rests your St Christopher, the guardian of travellers, the keeper of long roads and safe returns. You’re not lost. You’re not gone. You’re simply walking a path that bends away from me for now. Your picture sits beside him, eyes bright with that fearless little smile— the smile that reminds me why I refuse to give up. Because mothers are strange creatures. We can be broken and still stand. Burned by the world and still carry fire. Maybe that’s why they call me Phoenix. And every day I leave this small promise here: A rabbit to hold your place. A saint to guard your journey. A picture to keep your light in this home. Not because you’re gone— but because one day your footsteps will find their way back through this door. And when they do, the rabbit will no longer need to wait, St Christopher will return to your chest, and the space I’ve kept for you will finally be filled by the sound of my little warrior coming home.

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