I patiently waited for my love and my desire,
I waited and I waited for my heart’s fire,
Then when it arrived, my loneliness I survived,
From searching and hoping I would finally retire.
Together as one I thought we would always be;
But, that was a dream that was told unto me,
For true love I had waited, as I have stated,
But, nothing in this world is ever a guarantee.
Love it is taught and of course pain is learnt;
Together I thought we were to be, we weren’t;
What I once had felt, it got old so it did melt,
I had waited too long, from the fire I got burnt.
Randy L. McClave