How long are you gonna wait to say it,
After I hit the town?
How long are you gonna wait to show it,
When all I have left, is a frown?
Go ahead, sing all you want;
It's the only joy left,
Of this union;
I will not bend,
I will not beg,
I will not rant,
Forging a path to reconciliation.
But let the embers burn,
Below the smoldering heat;
Then, what you feel, I shall not spurn,
To win the heart That I seek.
our world has become piles of garbage in thought in act words are no more a words an inferior thing thank Buxton
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Love is the glue to lifes rich tapestry. A lovely poem Buxton I give it 10/10.