She Waits

She, who can write those pretty words;
She, who can recite poetry like
prayers;
Still sleeps alone.
Warming her bed,
made for more.
Waiting for the one,
that will burn through her soul
And release her pain.
Waiting for the one,
Who will soothe her,
Aching heart and free
Her burdened mind.
She sleeps,
She waits,
She dreams.
Wishing for the day,
They make their presence
Known.