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She was not ready for love.

She was not ready for love,
So many years, always alone
Maybe there were more urgent things
That needed to be done, or to do, she thought.

I sat down, for so long, spied on her like a wolf,
Waiting for the moment, waiting for the open door.
I haired she was moving, I forgot about that line,
That she created, I broke the wall.

She haired an unfamiliar sound, cut in lines,
All I made was sound, she was there, having deep
Breathing, wondering what I was doing,
I told her I was out of my mind, wait for me a second
Going back for my mind, got it on time, I told her
I waited so long to tell her, I was a life, I am here
Am I on time?

I took what was mine, earned it on the wating path,
She sold me love, and gave me what she did not have,
Is this the end, or this is the start, of a beautiful history
That never began, and there I opened my eyes, saw the light, And I remember that man, always, looking at my site, I know what he wanted, but i was not ready for that.

R.Sena