When Waits the Soul

When waits the soul with bated breath

The love divine, primordial pull,

The captive plays a wondrous game

“Loves me, loves me not” it goes.

When waits the soul of tender heart

For love’s culmination on the cusp

But never seeming to arrive

The heart and soul scream “It must!”

The soul waits hard and with heaviness

And each day grows more impatient

When waits the soul for lover’s voice

Or eyes or touch or gentleness.❤

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