a lover waits
not for love
but to know
that another loves
without holding
just touching
the core
of the heart
that the lover waits for

a lover sees
that love
as a birthright
colours their night
not black
nor white
but a seamless flow
through the kaleidoscope
as the lover waits

the lover holds
without wanting
yet knowing
that love
flies away
as easily as it came
leaving the lover
to wait
once again
as lovers do