
I spent hours, minutes, days and years
Waiting for a touch of kindness
Love from you
My waiting is over
The need is gone
Time before me
Is mine to fill

I spent hours, minutes, days and years
Waiting for a touch of kindness
Love from you
My waiting is over
The need is gone
Time before me
Is mine to fill
That photo goes perfectly with your poem Vonita, we often spend such a long time wanting to hear some affection from our other halves, and in the end, we just move on. But maybe we should have realised sooner…………………I’ve probably just totally misinterpreted your poem! Lol! 🙂
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Hi Andy, no you didn’t misinterpret it, that is what I meant 😊
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