Love Poem: When Is the Time
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Written by: Cecilia Patterson

When Is the Time

When is the time, I hear myself asking of me
That I can face the truth and sit down and talk to me
 I know of many answers I would love to know
I feel some having hidden meanings making the weight
A much heavier load

I wonder would I give me some good advice
Would I sat in attention and could I sit on both sides
Could I see all the truth and nothing but the truth
Then make a final just judement
On what to do about my love for you.

Would I regret my decision
If I convienced myself it were time
For me to move on  
That the time had camed 
For closeure and a big girl 
I again must be.

If I  could just make me believe 
That somewhere their awaits an availble heart 
One filled with much love
One bearing the same chemestry
One opened with eagerness
One waiting just for my touch.
One that knows the value 
Of this Piscesan Love.

When is the time