Waiting, always.

Down is the heart,
the smashing of pain.
the wretched hurt inside,
the feeling of love broken.

Yet after all of this,
after the storm of hurt.
You came and drowned me,
rinsed me of the bad.

Yet the pain remains,
leaving a mark forever.
Not until we touch.
waiting for you always.

Repaying you slowly,
for everything done.
Feeling the love grow,
always more.

Yet I almost lost you,
how stupid was I?
Letting my self let go,
let go of everything.

I dread of the day,
if it ever comes.
That we do let go,
please never.

But all in all,
the best thing ever,
what I have always wanted.
Is you, my only love.