Waiting for fate to take its course
Waiting for that feeling,
That will leave me with no remorse
No uncertainty of the choice I make
The decision to love you
With every breath that I take
Waiting for that second,
When we meet face to face
Waiting for the moment,
You take me in your sweet embrace
Waiting for those deep brown eyes,
That are worth more than gold,
To pierce through my flesh
And down into my soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very deep loving write. I could hear the longing in every line. Regards Patricia