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| PC: Carolina Knopf |
When he is out there, I have no peace
I love him for what he is
I promised him to take care of what is his
I shall wait till end of life
For he is my fate and I am his wife
My heart, misses him everyday
So, I come here to see every morning and evening, if his ship is coming in today
This post is written for Magpie Tales - Mag 305
Ah...longing.
ReplyDeleteALWAYS, Waiting becomes longing.
DeleteThanks for dropping by Helen :-)
Nice rhythm
ReplyDeleteThank you Donetta :-)
DeleteDedication!
ReplyDeleteTo the love
DeleteThanks for dropping by C Hummel :-)
Awww. I especially like this line "for he ia my fate and I am his wife." Beautifully vow like :).
ReplyDeleteThank you Noirfifre :-)
DeleteLove never loses hope !
ReplyDeleteTrue that Ira.
DeleteThanks for dropping by :-)
Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you Sun Bloom :-)
Deleteenduring love
ReplyDelete=)
Indeed
DeleteThanks for dropping by Susan :-)
Oh brilliant! I can't even begin to imagine the plight of such women in real life. How tough it must be for them na?
ReplyDeleteI know right, the wait, the uncertainty, the news maybe good bad, there might be no news at all. It would be crazy
DeleteThanks for dropping by BTW
Lovely historical feel to this...
ReplyDeleteThank you tess :-)
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