Its feet were sore Its throat was parched Its arms were frozen Its heart was turning blue It couldn't see or hear its own heartbeat Yet, love waited Waited to match footsteps to drink from the cup of happiness to hug and be hugged to resonate with another heart Yes, love waited Waited in vain The flower fell Love couldn't flower The flower wilted Love remained, unloved. Here's your second and the last prompt for #NaPoWriMo Day 30. Collab and write a #lovepoem. #lovewaited I hope all of you enjoyed writing at least one poem every day. See you on the other side. :) #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba
