In the waiting line
So far and so close are irrelevant
Are infinite, everlasting, always happening.
I wait, I begin
In waiting it starts
It begins in knowing there's
No turning back
The realization takes root in the mind.
The root grows & settles in the
Soul.
The heart takes
Time to rationalize that
Love
Does not conquer all
Love does not always know best.
I am one only. I am my one
And only.
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