Waiting For Love To Breathe

As I stand still waiting for love to breathe, I realize that it might have passed me by
like the cold breeze that brings chills to the back of my neck.

I continue to wait with a hope that the warmth that once brought sweat
will once again warm my heart.

I wait in silence jumping with a nervous twitch at every sound hoping to be found by love!

I fear the tears than near my eyes for they fall just as I, enlessly for love!

As I stand still waiting for love to breathe I freeze like fresh rain on a winter night
holding my position wishing that love wont slip over me like a patch of black ice.

I wait in the dark knowing only the spark of love can light the way to that place of passion
the place of peace where love will look me in my eyes and relax the thought that love is dead.