Love Poetry: Waiting

by Cynthia Hack
(Crawfordsville, IN, United States)

'This spring is a fragile thing
Like a haunting melody
Our love is a miracle

Sacred in it's purity



Pulsing through my veins
I open my eyes to realize
It has broken my brutal chains



I am waiting patiently for you to return to me
Just like a misted memory
This spring is vernal


Like the flowers growing, breathing, living
Where dreams circle round like eternity

Loving, believing, giving

The river is chasing the sea

And our love is perfect unity
No more mountains between you and I
Or oceans, or sadness, or sky


This spring is innocent
A symbol of our trust that the sun will return to us
The root of hope is still nascent

No time for loss or regret
This spring is our love
We forgive and forget


Time rushes on
This earth has nothing to prove
And so our love is not gone


Only waiting to be saved
By this season's signs manifesting
It still strives to be brave


I dive deeply into the depths of my soul
To find my pearl, my blessing
Your smile, your spirit, your strength is rushing like the tide


This spring is thriving

And I am shining inside

I open my eyes and realize


This sweet reflection of your heart is rushing over me

I am reborn in the perfection of our love crashing down on me'

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