Marking each day as the sun starts to set,
I wait for the day when love comes my way.
True love is something that is hard to get,
Yet still I wait each passing of the day.
I wait for the heartache that's soon to come,
Still I feel nothing as I wait for you.
My heart begins to thump with hope for some-
One to see something behind eyes so blue.
I still wait for these days to hurry past,
But the sun takes its time passing by me.
Seeing all these signs makes me want to ask,
How can someone be so dumb to not see?
Love is a paradox, unsolvable,
A full circle turned improbable.
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