My eyes gaze out at the whirling snow
Why I am sad, I do not know.
Or could it be because he's not home
Safe and sound by a fire so warm?
I wait by the fire, it's my only choice
I'm wondering where he could be
And then I hear the sound of his voice
My dearest has come back to me.
He enters the room, and his eyes are bright.
In them reflects the fire's warm light.
He advances and I stand, we're together again.
For I am his girl, and he is my man.
Author notes
I am a ballerina...and it's very true...
Now, I wrote this poem because I had just gone through a nasty breakup and was trying to prepare myself to move on. But I was trying not to be angry about it. I was trying to be understanding. I looked back on that relationship and realized that there was no feeling in it. And I wanted to write something that would show what a real relationship would be like. It would be like one where you waited for your beloved to come back home rather than going to bed. One where you were again together, and there was no lonliness and sadness...
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