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No, I’m not waiting on love.
I’m waiting on MY love.
I’m waiting for my touch to meet his
Waiting to be held by him, to feel safe and protected in his strong hands.
I’m waiting to listen to his heart beat when I rest my head on his chest
I’m waiting to look in those beautiful eyes of his and just get lost
I’m waiting to share life changing moments with him
Waiting to run and jump in his arms
Waiting to be the reason he smiles
Waiting to be that one person he can tell anything and everything to
I’m waiting to be the one to make him laugh when he thought he couldn’t even smile
Im waiting to be connected at the hips and never leave his side
Waiting to sit in silence as we look at the stars above
I’m waiting to see sunrises and sunsets
I’m waiting to kiss his soft lips
Waiting to feel his warm embrace all around me
Waiting to be his until the end of time
I’m waiting to be the person I was born to be, his wife

04//26/2015

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