Do wait for me

I grew up shy


reading more than


I could speak​

The result, I think


of being uprooted


heart and feet


transplanted to an place


I didn’t know


the language


new for me​

Darling


I miss you, but


I need some time to


play​

This I will say,


you’re more experienced


I concede​

Patience


[SIZE=4]my love, I promise[/SIZE]


[FONT=Centaur][SIZE=4]I will learn[/SIZE][/FONT]​

[CENTER][FONT=Centaur][SIZE=4]Do wait for me[/SIZE]


[FONT=Centaur][SIZE=4]I won’t let you[/SIZE]


[FONT=Centaur][SIZE=4]fall asleep[/SIZE][/FONT][/FONT][/FONT][/CENTER][FONT=Centaur][FONT=Centaur][FONT=Centaur]



[CENTER][FONT=Centaur][SIZE=4]Eventually[/SIZE]


[FONT=Centaur][SIZE=4]sooner than you think[/SIZE]


[FONT=Centaur][SIZE=4]we’ll speak and[/SIZE]


[FONT=Centaur][SIZE=4]dream a single beat[/SIZE][/FONT][/FONT][/FONT][/FONT][/CENTER][FONT=Centaur][FONT=Centaur][FONT=Centaur][FONT=Centaur][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font]

 

Dear friend “April Rain”,
A beautiful, slowed down, rhythmic and suggestive poem of love. Let me imagine it as “the poem of the expectancy”. It’s interesting to know that the girl read much more than she spoke. That’s why now she writes excellent verses. The girl needed to play and the experienced true loved, I believe , knew how to wait , that he did not remain slept and now, she and he dream a single beat.
As always, my wonderment and fervent congratulations.
Fraternally,
Ramiro

 

Thank you Ramiro -your comment always detailed and precise. In this poem, the writer wants to lose her inhibitions as she aspires to quell fears (reasonable or not) and just live --but most of all she wants to be more.. for all the right reasons.

Always a pleasure