I'm still waiting for the day we will meet,
True Love, just damn Love nothing else! With no deceit.
Just Love! Love! That's all I want! Give it to me while I still stand on my feet.
Let me get Love and feel it like the resonance of a drum's beat.

Dear God! Why can't something just be what we need.
People try telling the truth, it's a pity feelings aren't a book one can read.
My want is damn equal with my dire need!
Give me love while I can still bleed.

Why don't I reap what I sow?
I love yet like a farmer in drought, my crops don't grow.

Hell! If Love was a light, I've never even received a faint glow.
Give me Love while what I want is something I still know.
Why the hell is something so much the opposite of what it seems?
I'm still searching in hope like a pipe-dreamer with broken dreams.
My heart is filled with futile gleams.
Give me love while my sombre face can still don happy beams.

I've waited all my life for a change of circumstances.
I searched all my life through Love's tree - I climbed all the branches.
I've been optimistic all my life about Love's fatal penetrating lances.
Give me Love while I'm still willing to take chances.

Hope is human nature's specialty.
Too bad we cannot wish ourselves to reality.
By Siyaduma Noël Biniza

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