will wait for you
till on your own
you come to me
will not compel you
will never force you too
till on your own
you decide to come to me
in this our....
in this
it is your 'will'
to come on your own
that makes it beautiful
till then
i will savor
the moments
we spent together
the sweetness of those moments
still linger on my lips
in my thoughts..till when
oh my sweet heart lady
whom they call poetry
come my way on your own
i shall keep my pen lidded
till then
DARLING DON'T KEEP ME WAITING...FOR LONG
it’s a tears of a dreaming hope......makes me happy, a laughter that my whole self wouldn't forget.....say it I can wait you dear....God bless
A compelling read, hope she doesn't keep you waiting too long, Well versed 10 Lynda xx
Love is sure worth waiting for and if she reads this poem she will be back in a flash...nice one Sam ++++10
She waits to be held in your rms And sway to a waltz As always you lead on But it she who waits For a beloved as yearning as you. True hearts never speak But only always in poetry!
This is the first poem I read from you that is moderatley simple. Not saying it's a bad thing. After the first couple of lines I mistook you for talking of a child who's learning to walk, thought, 'uhp, i know where this is going.' The surprise at the end was fantastic and I couldn't have said it better if I tried. This is a great poem.
Sam, initially I mistook it but you are on the right lines. You say it so beautifully and truly. CP
a poets nightmare is when the words no longer come freely, and the memories of the past lingers on your lips. BEAUTIFUL
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The desire is great, tells many chapter of your profound love Matchaa!