Still She waits her love!

With close eyes and pressed lips
A thousand butterflies fluttering
The despondent lady awaits her love.
With out stretched arms,
Not only an invitation but final chance
Her adolescence crush reunited with her.
Finally she gets to know his warmth,
Relaxed, became at peace.

Her companion, one true friend,
Gave a portion of life to her,
Chose contentment in his status
Accepted, they would become us,
Not remain individuals, separated, lost at dusk.
Time kept moving, her fixated had remained.
While sun was still high in the sky, perhaps
His choice would be made before sun down.





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