I'm waiting for the beauty my eyes shall behold.
Like the perfect scenery in the Spring's fold.
The rose amidst a million daffodils, waiting to be hold.
Forcing a man to be bewitched, and controlled.
The infinite Delay, has extended it's enfold.
I'm still waiting for the beauty my eyes shall behold,
The day I see you, shall be the day I'm consoled.
I'm waiting for the aroma, to be inhaled.
Like the perfectly mowed grass in the Summer's veiled.
That one single love note passionly engraved.
Forcing a man to be encircled, and waived.
The infinite Delay, has protracted and enslaved.
I'm still waiting for the aroma, to be inhaled,
The day I'm with you, shall this wind be exhaled.
I'm waiting for the melody my ears will hear.
Like the perfect bonfire in the Autumn's rear.
The cool wind solitarily dancing in the clear.
Forcing a man to be enraptured with fear.
The infinite Delay, has expanded it's gear.
I'm still waiting for the melody my ears will hear,
The day I hear you, shall be the day I'll cheer.
I'm waiting for the contend, my hands shall feel.
Like the perfect cup of coffee in the Winter's meal.
Envoloped in the warm embrace, supprisingly real.
Forcing a man to be enchanted, and kneel.
The infinite Delay, has prolonged it's seal.
I'm still waiting for the contend my hands shall feel,
The day I hold you, shall be the day I'll heal.
All seasons have passed like time in a day,
I'm still waiting for my eyes to see you everyday.
I'm still waiting for my hands to feel you, today.
I'm still waiting for the million promises, of yesterday.
I'm still waiting for this Infinite Delay to end with today.
All seasons have passed, grandeurly attended,
And yet this Infinite delay hasn't ended.
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The Path Of The Moon
PoetryA collection of poetries I've written in the past few years, and the ones I'll write in the future as well. it's a magical journey which has emotional, romantic, sorrow, and tragedy everything within itself. I hope you like it.
