╬╬eizyツ

It is the end of a raindrop's journey,

as it hits the petal of a rose.

It is the twinkle in an angel's eye

on a clear night that leads

the wanderer home.

At times it is spent dreaming

of special places, hopes,

and aspirations.

Time spent waiting,

as I stop to hear the songs of the birds

as the earth lay sleeping

under sparkling blanket of early morn dew.

Time spent worrying, pondering,

Hoping for a change; caring,

loving, missing.

Time spent cast, hands held,

cheeks carresed.

The same time-reveals, feeling hurt,

egos bruised, and hearts broken.

Time spent waiting...

I have seen wars rage and fortunes crumble.

I have seen peace reign and prosperity flourish.

I have learned my life with time spent waiting,,

good times bad times

shortcomings and revelations.

Every waking moment, every dream,

every nightmare,

gives new reason for that time.

Waiting for that special person

who accepts me for me...

respects my thoughts,

supports my actions,

and loves me as one.

For when this person may appear,

she shall be loved unconditionally.

Every word spoken from her lips will be honored,

every triumph showered in adoration.

I know now, as you read these words

written only for you,

as you reach the end and turn to me...