Breathing the love in the air,
the freshness of the ocean,
and the fragrance of his hair
while waiting for an action
to give rise to an affair;
it's no one but this maiden
who has longed for an embrace
ever since she saw heaven
within the smile on his face
and in the eyes of that man.

But there is just a fireplace
and no signs are given out
Only a box on a chair
and a broken lady's heart
who thinks of love as unfair
because that man is apart
wandering in the midair
while losing his only chance.

Whispering songs like the wind
while waiting for the right time
for the heart to find the strength
and the courage to declare
the feelings that grew in length
For that woman who is there
blooming like an amaranth
right in front of someone's mind.

It's none other than this beau,
this genuine gentleman,
who became fully in love
like no child but a grown man
after seeing a white dove
that has to his nature shown
the present and future of
Both, with her in a trousseau.

Will the courage come his way?
How long will the lady wait?
Will his strength go far astray?
Or the girl's love will abate?
Will this man's feelings decay
Or will they just duplicate?
Some one tell me right away
I don't want to be at bait
Please, tell me, if it's okay?
Tell me that their love is great.


Written by : Lucero Lopez

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There are 7 syllables on each line and there is some rhyme scheme going on..

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