It was a much awaited union.
Finally alone together,
She didn't run into his arms,
He didn't twirl her around,
They didn't weep tears of joy.
Her slow steps were whispers,
'I would have waited forever.'
'Oh, what was meant to be
Will be,' his eyes smiled.
Their embrace was tender.
She basked in his warmth
and he in her love.
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Poetic Blues
PoetryTonight, my love is the rain that fills the heart while it lasts and leaves sweet pain in its wake. Poems-- my way of clearing my mind. Highest Ranking: #3 in Poetry ~~~ 18 December 2016
