I'm waiting here for someone .
Just who , I couldn't say .
She's bringing my contentment .
True love , I guess , someday .
I may just wait forever .
Again , this one last time .
It's then , I shall endeavor
To put our love in rhyme .
By then , if I've forgotten
Expressions lovers say ;
I thought that I'd just borrow
From those I wrote today .
That's why I don't mind waiting .
I've got more time you see ,
To think of things more charming
To say when love's with me .
It's then , when I'm contented
And know not what to say .
I'll be so glad I waited
And wrote of love this day .
So let me write my love words
To one I do not know .
Though someday , they'll be borrowed ,
These words wrote long ago .
GREENWOLFE 1962
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
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