By Fianna (Fianna5@hotmail.com)
Date: 26 March 2001

Waiting

Time's essence
I feel it not while in your company
Your laughter, your smile
The warmth of my being while in your presence
Yet still I long for the touch that can not be mine

I can do naught but wait
Your heart seeks solice from another
The enigma of passions escapes me still
Shall the riddle's answer ever be found?

I wait...
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