Now is the hour
that shall never come again.
Now is the moment
I shall never forget.
You are the one I never met.
I recognize you
from unfamiliar feelings within,
feelings I have never known before.
I've been waiting
through all eternity
for your return.
I was an Indian maid
waiting on the shore
for the young cowboy
I knew would come no more.
My faith was strong enough
to see me through
all these years
of waiting for you.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
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2 comments:
"Paints with Words" would be the maiden's Amerind name, I think.
Thank you for the lovely gift which I humbly accept.
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