Love is a wondrous thing
Or so I'm told
Having never sen its splendor
I am still waiting
Waiting for that never-ending joy
Waiting for her
Though I've come close many times before,
Or so I thought,
I am sure she will be much more than I imagined
She may not be beautiful
She may not be flawless
She will simply be
So here I am
Alone and in silence
Until the wind whisks her in my direction
Love,
I know you'er out there,
But the waiting is killing me
