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By Morgan Hawkins
My heart reaches for what it can’t have- Love. It strains and urges but can not reach it. It Sits alone waiting and waiting.
Till, what can it be?- But a spark of life appears.- Could this be the love it has desired For so long?
Alas, the love does not pursue, for it was a fling- a crush- nothing more.
Will love come or will it be a guessing games for this heart?- I will never know.
So I will sit and wait for love to come and find me- In this life or the next I will wait for My heart’s desire.
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