The Wait

In life,
there has always been,
one true desire of mine,
to love.

Beaten like a rug,
stepped on like grapes,
I have been pained
for love.

The rug shall be clean.
Grapes turn to wine.
good things shall come;
hard and slow.

In the dark I shall lie
awaiting dawn.

1820 hours
12/03/2013