Like a fruit ripening, <br />a nut within its shell, <br />A cocoon that holds a butterfly, <br />for a chest, a box, a <br />door which holds the key; <br />to open flood gates of <br />a dam that holds, all the <br />unused reservoir of love, <br />for caring in this world. <br /> <br />09-10-2008<br /><br />Bob Blackwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-waiting-11/
