Years gone,
Still waiting.
Not picky,
Just chemistry.
Four seasons a year on pace,
Yet only a month that cherry blossoms surface.
People find it’s worth the wait,
All to cherish the beauty that lies ahead.
In a sea of billions people,
Seeded one and the only one.
Be it wait, or be it a chase,
For certain hope will not fade.
With perseverance, with faith,
With love, with fate,
It is a blessing that today the wait has waned.
Whether it’s a miracle, or whether it’s fate,
She has finally found her soulmate.
Photo by @framesoflifeblog
Kelsey
May 15, 2020 at 6:48 pmHow lovely! A very sweet poem
Frames of Life Blog
May 16, 2020 at 2:08 pmThank you 🙂
Govardhan
June 12, 2019 at 12:41 pmReblogged this on Vijayagiri views.
Sohanpreet Kaur
June 6, 2019 at 10:33 am❤