Rebecca Stansfield


Waiting, Is Love. - Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

What is love?
I'm waiting.

Angels move in closer,
What is love?
The essence of?

Love is fixed, a bruised apple,
the bark within the tree,
the man infront, the child behind,
the weight of the sea.

What is love?
I'm waiting.

What do I wait for?
I'm waiting.

Love is waiting,
waiting, is love.


Comments about Waiting, Is Love. by Rebecca Stansfield

  • Rookie - 133 Points Allemagne Roßmann (8/18/2011 7:00:00 PM)

    Wait and hope for the best of love and poetry. (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,358 Points Unwritten Soul (8/18/2011 10:01:00 AM)

    You waiting love and love waiting for you but time will meet you two..nice write in simple way :) _Unwritten Soul (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 18, 2011



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