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I won't be late, I'll soon be there, I can feel how she's longing, Waiting and Waiting. No thought of delay I'll foster or feed, For the evening light is dying, fading. I'll bring the season's flowers, The best of the Summer's store, How fond you are with your childish delight, By Dalia, Roses and Delphiniums too, Arranged to display every virtue of bright. I'll pay no mind to the setting sun, The mist in the valley that is forming, spreading, The language of nature that lightens the soul, For she is alone and Waiting and Waiting. No break in my step, no idle intent, For times moving on unconcerned ever more, And in it's wake the years confess, Of two kindred hearts and The love that we swore. Ah, I see you there, your Waiting is done, our meeting kept, And I thank you for the years that you gave. I then take the spray of the summer's store; And place them on your grave.
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Just a few lines to clear the air, from your eraser of prospects and dreams. Since the annulment now is pending in court from a marriage that's torn at the seams, I'll assume she was ecstatically happy when divorce was breathed to your Mum, I was never the one for her best ' Blue Eyed Girl', that rinsed haired Attila the Hun. No Prius parked in the driveway or Audi with performance to trust, for we both traveled so, Waiting for ' Godot' to show, that which is known as the Regional Bus. No holidays to Mauritius or Bali, Ibiza, Malta, Hong Kong. For we pitched up our tent where we usually went, in a field near the Scenic A1. Once hope was a thing with feathers, now our lives a ever widening gulf, with shades of 'Taylor and Burton' and the script of 'Virginia Woolf'. Oh I was never the Worlds Greatest Lover, No fine romance had ever been payed, no 'Savile Row Suits or style 'Al La Mode' my choice look was more 'Christian Aid'. So it's Mea Culpa my dear, I was never your true 'Mister Right', the engagement the Montgolfier wonder, the Marriage The Hindenburg flight. Then forgive me so for I have sinned, for saying ' I Do ' to the chaste Miss Lynd. And should I die before I wake, it's just deserts for my mistake.
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Stanzas For A Lady.

I won't be late, I'll soon be there, I can feel how she's longing, Waiting and Waiting. No thought of delay I'll foster or feed, For the evening light is dying, fading. I'll bring the season's flowers, The best of the Summer's store, How fond you are with your childish delight, By Dalia, Roses and Delphiniums too, Arranged to display every virtue of bright. I'll pay no mind to the setting sun, The mist in the valley that is forming, spreading, The language of nature that lightens the soul, For she is alone and Waiting and Waiting. No break in my step, no idle intent, For times moving on unconcerned ever more, And in it's wake the years confess, Of two kindred hearts and The love that we swore. Ah, I see you there, your Waiting is done, our meeting kept, And I thank you for the years that you gave. I then take the spray of the summer's store; And place them on your grave.

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