The long wait ...
To the one I have been waiting for,
Find my love - - still young and enamoured,
read through this li’l note and give me your word.
It’s been a score that you’ve managed alone,
You’d live for them, but now they’re grown.
They’ll choose their ways ‘n will be gone,
solitude - - is what you will own –
or maybe you’ll shuttle like a birdie over net,
so why not hold my hands instead? - let’s build our new nest!
Continuing the wait…
Linking this to the post card poem prompt at dVerse poets pub.