Anquish
It is a wondrous thing
To know that love exists,
Though elusive to me
No matter how I persist.
For some it comes quite easy
It lands right at their door,
While others have just a moment
Left lanquishing for more.
Perhaps it is not meant for me
To love and be desired;
I'm fearful of being alone
Until my time has expired.
Can not my passion be seen
By one of similar nature?
Can not we become as one
To live in love's sweet rapture?
I anquish over the thought
That my time has come and gone
To be so loved by another.....
Why must I wait so long?
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