For many long moons she had yearned for love. br Weeping deep rivers of tears, she then baited br Her breath and pleasantly smiled, proving br That patience, if honed, can produce wait br Which is rewarded, and now outliving br The need to put on a face which subscibes br To pretence she has melted, forgiving br Her negligent lord, she departs, divided br By love and guilt, her path strewn with doubt br She desperately needs some new light on life. br She remembers no hurts, packs and walks out. br Lady in waiting no more....... this feels right.