*This poem was written at age 16 as I waited patiently for the future love of my life*
My body shivers at the thought
That by your side is where I ought
To be; instead I'm waiting at the door.
At the door is where I tarry
When I get to see you nary
Waiting for the moment when I shall.
Waiting, waiting, wishing, and
Desiring much to feel your hand
Touching gently, sweetly on my face.
Then your face will draw close to mine
To give a kiss that's so divine,
But years I'll wait before I can receive it.
I'm waiting for that gentle touch
And kiss from the man I love so much
But anticipation is what I must endure.
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Korreain Johnson
I'm a Christian wife and mother of three who homeschools. Although I often seem very cookie cutter and traditional in many ways, my creativity allows me to express a side of me that doesn't have to be bothered with perfection and judgment.
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