The Musing Maiden
She passionately sits alone by the windowsill
With her pious praying hands forever still
Her love has left within the morning rain
Awaking hope that he’ll soon be back again
She holds his heart while the coffee brews
Within tender moments awaiting some news
A single tear she sheds bares his name
Her thirst for love wants to keep the flame
She double checks the clock by the fireplace
As the minutes roll by and the hour's race
Still, there is no sign no knock at her front door
And puts away his heart in her favorite drawer
So she looks on through the window pane
With tender thoughts that might be lost in vain
Thank god a brief distraction by the coffee spill
Then back again as she waits by the windowsill.
Aug.04.2017
She Sits Alone
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
What to Submit? A poem or story about the person in the painting
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