Like a fruit ripening,
a nut within its shell,
A cocoon that holds a butterfly,
for a chest, a box, a
door which holds the key;
to open flood gates of
a dam that holds, all the
unused reservoir of love,
for caring in this world.
09-10-2008
Bob Blackwell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-waiting-11/
