In a hidden golden land
Beyond the rainbow, standing
Only a hearbeat away,
There lives a smitten lady
Who looks forlorn, love-sick eyes
Turn longingly to search skies
From whence her Valentine departs
On winter clouds to bring his heart.
She, only half alive, breath
Expiring, sighs, love's deathly
Pallor covers softest cheeks
As time stands still. She meekly
Waits, sure her Knight will arrive.
Such hunger for his heart, alive
And beating strong will abate
Desire. All will be sated
When he comes. True love will be
United, and she set free.
Fay Slimm
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/awaiting-her-valentine/
