In the quiet realm of love, I stand,
A master of patience, a heart in hand,
Waiting, as the stars above align,
For destiny's touch, a love divine.
Like a painter with brush in air,
I sketch our story, a tale to share,
Each stroke of time, a delicate art,
A canvas of hope, a work of heart.
With every passing moment, I find,
The beauty of waiting, an art refined,
For in patience's dance, I come to see,
The magic of love's sweet symphony.
Through seasons, I wait with bated breath,
Embracing the silence, defying death,
For I know deep within, the truth so pure,
Love's sweet arrival, an allure.
In dreams and whispers, I sense your call,
An echo of love, entwined with all,
And as the moonlight softly beams,
I weave our tale in love's sweet dreams.
For in the waiting, my heart beats strong,
As I learn the art of love's sweet song,
A symphony of patience, a dance divine,
In the poetry of waiting, our love will shine.
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unspoken feelings <poetry>
Poetrythis is for you, my lost love, the one i never dated, the one that got away.
