Lady In Waiting. Poem by Fay Slimm

For many long moons she had yearned for love.
Weeping deep rivers of tears, she then baited
Her breath and pleasantly smiled, proving
That patience, if honed, can produce wait
Which is rewarded, and now outliving
The need to put on a face which subscibes
To pretence she has melted, forgiving
Her negligent lord, she departs, divided
By love and guilt, her path strewn with doubt
She desperately needs some new light on life.
She remembers no hurts, packs and walks out.
Lady in waiting no more....... this feels right.