For My Love... - Poem by Wayne Arthur
How longing is my heart,
So, pure and true.
Never a day would come;
Never an hour spent...
Never a minute with haste...
Would I question her love.
By her side I would walk with her,
Until the end of days.
Holding her hand in mine;
We could brave the worlds unknown...
Together, as lovers and friends...
and we could finally live our lives.
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