He Waits

Mandy Buffington

There he sits watching,

Waiting,

Listening,

Calling,

Waiting,

Until she stops to see,

Until she takes a moment and look,

Until the very breathe of the end,

There he sits watching,

Waiting for her to see him,

Waiting for her to notice,

Waiting for her,

This is his purpose,

This is his duty,

This is his life breathe,

He will sit and watch,

Sit and wait,

Sit and listen,

Sit and call,

Because he's been waiting,

He's been searching,

He's been looking,

He wants to hold her,

He wants to love her,

He wants so much,

To wipe away the very last tear,

But when you cry those tears,

Of hardship,

Hurt,

And rain,

Sometimes it is hard to see past,

To the depth of tomorrow,

He doesn't budge,

He continues to wait,

He holds onto to her,

She is his life,

She is his reason,

She is his everything,

But there are times,

She doesn't see,

And she walks away,

Time and time again,

But yet he waits,

He watches,

He hopes,

He dreams,

He stands,

He seeks,

To find the way into her heart,

Then he stops,

Then he freezes in his tracks,

Could it be?

Could it be true?

Could this finally be the moment?

She looks at him,

Looks into his eyes,

Looks into his heart,

Looks into his soul,

She smiles,

He melts,

She extends her hand,

He takes it into his own,

And they turn to each other,

Say the words,

Bind together,

Love forever,

And he knows,

That all the waiting is over,

All the waiting is complete,

Because two just became one,

And they smile,

They embrace,

And love's true story is cast,

From that I do.

Published by Mandy Buffington

I am a writer, Troy s wife, a dreamer, a daughter, and many more things. Writer of poetry, short stories, novels, one act plays, songs, and much more. Finished one blog series called Yahoo Group Tutorial. C...  View profile

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  • Mandy Shorb7/12/2011

    Thank you very much glad you enjoyed the poem. I think descriptors for some people works better in stories than poetry all the time. I just write as my muse flows. Plus it depends on what is going through my head.

  • Naty Logan7/12/2011

    Amazing poem. It is well spaced, with excellent description. It builds scenery and antisipation. I urge you to go even more personal with your poems and include specific descriptors for the people in question. Color of hair and eyes, sound of voice, smell of perfume, all would add to the imagry putting it over the top.

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