Because of Love, I waited.
Sometimes by the time it seemed to have arrived;
I noticed;
t’was not the Love I wanted.
Sometimes by the time it seemed to have arrived;
I noticed;
t’was none left,
that I had waited enough to taste,
or rather,
what was left of it –
tasteless Love.
I’ve forgotten, the waiting game, as it is.
For the attitude
was to wait,
therefore the experience
is to wait,
and the result –
waiting, too.
Yet,
in that seeming Love that I did not think I want,
or
in most of my selfish experiences,
which were naught and tasteless
- there was Love, indeed.
Only that,
t’was not the Love that I was waiting for,
and hence could not see or taste it fully.
The Love that was present,
I was simply selfishly blind to see,
what more to acknowledge and to receive.
Still, what am I waiting for…?
For a Love that I thought was mine,
but not mine to experience.
For a Love that I thought I had,
but was found meaningless.
Ignorantly, a waste of precious moments.
Today, I wait no more.
So to turn the experience of waiting to wait no more,
and to begin a filling in of Love that I would not expect but find,
but not one that I had hoped but would appreciate.
It may not return as what I thought I wanted,
and for that some circumstances may occur.
Yet, who am I to judge?
I am only a passerby of given moments,
attempting to experience the impossible thought possible.
And the possibility… oh, let’s just wait and see…