I live in dreams, to wait for time to come,
That bud I spied would open up someday,
What had been days or minutes, scant, for some,
Became those lonely centuries to me;
As sun would tarry long before it dims,
For night to fall, so dew on leaves could coat,
Or show as droplets on the petal rims,
What aphids might regard as one great moat;
Yet, soon it blooms, or later, if at all,
Dependent on the time's leisurely gait,
But heart expects some feats before its fall,
And love made it a virtue just to wait;
…..A lifetime's length is pittance just to spend,
…..If wait would last eternal, till the end.
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