The-Long-Wait

                         

Standing on the portico, releasing a long sigh,
the maiden fairest spies longingly, remembering their lust.
Her love traveled the sea as her hopes remained high,
for lying in his  muscled arms, knowing sighs of passion, trust.

From this spot the sea’s glimmer lights returning ships
her countenance will never fail waiting for her dream.
A chill runs up her spine as his name crosses her lips.
Spotting a strong figure, she hears his desired scream.

He stops in look of longing, her beauty took his breath,
wind gently curling , swirling her enticing billowy dress .
No longer would  days continue endlessly, fearing death.
The mate of her heart gently lifted her to kisses of caress..

Afore him stood his vision, their eyes could not believe,
the beauty in their union, no longer apart to grieve.
Susan Johnston Owen © 2016



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