A Heart's Uncertainty

When is it my time?

I have read words in

saddened poetry crying,

when will I find the love

that shall come to thee

willingly, longing to unite.

When is it my time?

To be held, to be comforted

when the daily toils overcome thee,

my time to feel a burning love again,

to join together our hands not for

stability, but for a bond.

When is it my time?

To gaze into eyes that show the

love without a single word spoken,

a look of love that succumbs us two,

the sensational sensuous feeling that

comes over their entire bodies that yearn.

And, when is it my time?

Not to worry for another moment,

of events that is a heavy burden to

thy mind of one that harbors the fear of

this journey in a devastating world that

threatens the existence of thy heart…

that is apart from thou arms.

- Rhoda Galgiani