Edited bits and pieces of a poem and omitted parts too...To the imperfect PERFECT one
I’m just waiting here by the sea,
For you my love to return to me.
Just writing your name in the sand,
And waiting for you, my special man.
I hope your task won’t take very long.
But your convictions are very strong.
I know God will show you the way,
So I can celebrate your safe return one day.
For now I’ll sit here dreaming of you,
While reading one of your IMs, or two.
Then I will walk again by the shore,
Searching the sea for your ship once more.
It’s sunset now this day will soon end,
I’m now going to write a letter to send.
Telling you darling of my everlasting love,
How you’re the man I’m so very proud of.
Tomorrow when I awake again I’ll go,
Down to the sea, along the shore I’ll stroll.
Dear, I shall take this walk day after day,
Until you sail home, my love, to forever stay.
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4 comments:
hey..u seem to be writing my thoughts
It feels betr to pen it down, hai na?
the best...nothing like that
well, its the way one perceives perfection. :)
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