Wait!
Every tick of the clock is an eternity,
In that eternity are many lifetimes.
And in every lifetime are countless moments,
That is what they feel without each other.
That is the extent if their love.
She has been faithful to him,
Waiting these eternities.
A line of suitors is a begging,
Yet her love for him abides.
His hands and feet are tied,
His mouth bound by his predicaments.
"Wait," he begs her.
"For the tides are still high."
She turns away, thinking he lies again.
For all he has given her are his words.
Words that she cannot build upon.
Yet these words are all he has.
They are pieces of his soul,
The soul that longs to be with her.
He struggles and battles his circumstances,
Hoping she will wait,
For true love knows no bounds,
Of time, of faithfulness.
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