No lull, not even a loving pull, <br />this whisky bottle no more full. <br />Still I am awake staring, <br />waiting for you, the caring. <br /> <br />Whistles and some hill-town men, <br />my new life for the days ten. <br />Fair skins in between hot sips, <br />chore first, ain't no question of we. <br /> <br />Two wishes of birth, one for a bro; <br />the other, just letting passions grow. <br />Maddened by goals and stinging blows, <br />light and that smile, afar glows. <br /> <br />Now my wish those lovely eyes, <br />as the bubbles burst on chipped ice. <br />Green carpet this, will fade one day, <br />but my heart will be fresh, just turn my way.<br /><br />Leslie Xavier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-waiting-rhyme/
