The Wait.

The route of love is  

harsh and tough,

Straight as pony hair

but pretty rough.

Words of promise were 

fair from oneside,

Blunder and misery

from the other side.

Waited every moment  

for her, all the while.

From dawn to dusk

he lost his smile.

Killed his hunger with 

pains and scares,

Burried his thirst with 

aches and tears.

Appealed himself,should 

have loved her more,

So to change her soul

till the core.



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