All my life have waited, waiting on love.
By surprise it came an ordinary day like no other. It took so long to understand. I realized how it's supposed to be a man and a woman taking time to see each other for who they are beneath the skin, for their faults, flaws, scars and bruises. Who says you have to be perfect. Waiting all this time wasn't easy we both have lives. I believe someone meant it was time for us. After a while this man and I found time to always talk. It felt so nice.
My heart was beating again, filled with delight. He told me how wonderful it felt to him to have someone like me to have around. I just wanted to hold him tight. Distance between us wasn't easy. I knew for sure it will come to be, the day he and I will truly see. Waiting on love happens when it's meant to be.
Thank you, thank you so much for the lovely compliment.
This is heartwarming! Very nice poem, Shellie!