Wait

I stand here under a greyish shade,
Pondering on an emerald glade.
Under the thundering rain
inside aching in pain,
I stand here, waiting.

Wondering, in my glass heart,
if you will come, give me a hug.
Sun and moon and stars bid goodbye,
and yet day and night here I lie.
Lying here, waiting.

My soul tells me the hour is late,
and it is simply not my fate.
Maybe, just maybe I am living a lie,
Maybe, just maybe, you care not for my life.
Why am I here? Waiting.

They say my passion is deception,
They say all will come to sad conclusion
But the lover is the fool deceived,
and not the love, the emotion conceived.
Am I misled? No, I am waiting.

The stars may become old,
and cowards may grow bold;
The radiant sun may fade,
and green may no longer be jade,
Yet, I will be here, waiting...

END