Sunday, April 23, 2017

The Wait


I waited long my lovely
On that summer's night
All neat and smart and longing
For your presence to light
My fire, my passion
And promise you my life

I waited long my princess
As the air turned chill
My plans went all asunder
And much against my will
Wept some tears of doubt
That you would be my wife

I waited what seemed like ever
The gifts I held seemed poor
Could  lose my precious who
To me meant so much more
Sadly I left that place
And trod my way back home

You didn't ring to tell me why
Or even write a letter
I lost you on that summer's eve
To a boy who was surely better
But as the past is past
I think I'll ring young Cindy

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This poem was originally written in 2010

18 comments:

  1. Waiting is bad enough at any age ;)

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  2. Okay, he lost while waiting.
    But, Cindy gets to win his affection & gifts now :)

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  3. The last line suggests that life goes on..after all that heartbreak!

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  4. This has a ring of sadness in the loss, but then at the end it seems there are other possibilities that await. Smiles.

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  5. Such a beautifully wistful write, Robin!❤️

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  6. Ah, that first lost love is so hurtful. Sounds like Cindy might be the winner, however.

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  7. I love what your poem says about relationships (even the ones that don't turn out so well). I especially love the ending, what it promises.

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  8. The resiliency of youth. This takes me back to those years when it was all so intense.

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  9. Waiting is always the hard part. Lovely!

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  10. As your poem suggests, time heals and there are always other possibilities,

    Elizabeth

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  11. There are tests to patience in courtships. Very real in many instances!

    Hank

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  12. Ok. So I thought it was a sad, love yearning poem, but that last line made me chuckle.

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  13. Life is definitely embracing the moment, Robin. Even if fate is against our wishes.

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  14. Oh, I do love that ending – and after you drew me right into the sob story, too. LOL

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  15. It made me think of the intensity of young love, both mine and seeing it in the young ones in my life.

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