I am so much more of a romantic

Than a realist,

Wearing my heart on my sleeve

Rather than in my chest as it should be.

I worry, I ponder, I watch the time

I wait for you.

This consummation that I know little of

Brings my long day to a close,

Watching this sordid life pass me by.

The clocks on the wall tick

Their cacophony onward,

Appeasing my sensibilities.

My romantic soul,

A paradigm in its lack of virtue,

Away from the reality of it all

Questions my ulterior motives,

While I forever wait for you.

03/24/2001

Author's Note: While waiting for true love.....

Posted on 04/04/2007
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