This place is where I long to be,
writing my poetry.

These years go by so very fast and I am
still awaiting for the mortal
my heart longs to know.

Lord, why must I be wise at times
and foolish the others.

Why does my heart end up in the places
that are forbidden for me to go.

Is my heart and soul playing tricks on me
that I shouldn't be there to receive.

Do I give up for the sake of not
crippling another or will that only cause
more pain for me.

How many times will I be blind and how
many more mistakes will I make.

When will I learn to love slow?
For this is the crucial problem
of all.

Please grant me the patience
my heart needs to know.
So that I may love
one that I will
always know.

Sympathy is not what I am searching for.
Love with wisdom, is what I long for.

 
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