I will be waiting for you,
as I count away the days.
Will she be late?
Will she be delayed?
'Please let me see her', I pray.
It is almost Christmas,
and all the shopping is done.
The snow is everywhere,
and all the trees are gone.
All I have is your word.
For that,
I will make it the most.
So until that time,
I will be looking for you,
along the snowy Lamppost.
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Author:
Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Persistence is key
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Comments1
Very beautifully written.
Thank you. I appreciate it. Persistence is key
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