I was waiting . . .

I was waiting, waiting and waiting..
throughout sweet teens..
till I passed twenties..
mid thirties..
with a beautiful heart..
over filled with pure lovedreaming of walking along..
moonlit beeches..
holding your armdreaming of getting lost inmist covered plains.
.dreaming of sleeping every night..
wrapped in your warmth dreaming of waking up each morning..
cherished with your lovedreaming of how hard it would be to..
spend the rest of the dayaway from you and your love..
till I see you at the end of the each daydreaming of how I would share..
everything in life with you dreaming of how I would sit by you..
so close to your heartdiscussing with you..
every detail in life..listening to your loving, caring words..
dreaming that..there will be somebody to rely on..
whatever comes in my way..
dreaming that I'd never be alone and helpless..

but where are you hiding..?
far or near..?
how long I'm being waiting and waiting for you.. dear..
without offering my heart and soul to anyone..
still with that pure , perfect, undying love..

when I'll meet you..?
ever..?never..?
I'm tired now.really, really tired,
dearI dont know how long I can wait..
may be I'll die one day..
never ever seeing you..
or your love . . .

This is so True, Someone righty said Good Guys Finish Last !!!