Why Do I Wait... For The Truth? - Poem by Anita Atina
Why do I wait so eagerly to hear from you?
When I know you measure everything you say
Why do I, who have lived so proudly alone
Now so long for word from you
I thrill at the thought of being in your arms
And yet this is not just a sensual pleasure to be
For my mind seeks new challenges to throw at you
To measure every deed that proves your heart is true
Thrust and parry we must, dueling mind and body
For in our souls we seek to find, the truth we seem to tarry!
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