Alone she sits but not lonely
thoughts of him fill her mind
fill her heart and soul
making her smile, making her whole.
She awaits his call
awaits his coming home.
He is not with her physically
but with her in love and in thought.
Alone she sits, thinking of him
knowing he's thinking of her as well.
Alone she sits, but not lonely.
~~CindaSue~~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem