Still hidden
and not yet uncovered,
like ancient buried treasure
still waiting to be discovered.
Like a dull white stone
waiting to be mined,
to be cut and polished
to be made one of a kind.
Idly waiting
to be given a chance,
my lonely heart waits
to be found by romance.
To be shown how love,
to share and to give.
To feel passion and desire
and the joy just to live.
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Author:
notapoet (
Offline) - Published: November 23rd, 2016 13:21
- Category: Love
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Comments4
Awesome piece!
Love it. Brilliant N.P
I get how you are waiting to be given a chance. I like how you expressed that!
Expressive and well written
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