Waiting For A Would Be Poem by Cheryl Jacob

Waiting for me to start a conversation
Would be a rather long wait.
Waiting for the cherry blossoms to bloom,
Would be a hope too soon.
Waiting for a full moon,
Would be a wait too fleeting.
Waiting for a jester to be sublimely happy,
Would be like weaving a wreath of Bleeding Hearts.

Waiting and would be make us live, and laugh.
Would be and waiting forge a link that only death can part.
Waiting and would be weave a web of life for us.
Would be and waiting entwine us with vine of hope.
Waiting and would be bind our heart with our head.