What kind of vigil, the lady keeps,
waiting for the love she claims.
Instead of looking deep inside,
for strength and goals and aims.
She thinks if she waits long enough
true love will then win out,
but, the lady doesn't see as yet,
what the game is all about.
Why waste herself on a single
when there are so many others
who need the kind of love she has,
the warmth of nature's mothers.
What is she so afraid of?
When will she ever learn?
To get the love she seeks so much,
she must always take her turn.
Don't pine away, dear lady.
Feel sorrow another day.
You've been given special gifts;
use them in the kindest way.
Go find the tortured children,
the families battered by abuse.
Go seek out weary folks so old,
who forgot the tender touch of
Give yourself to the ones so lost;
touch them with your patient care.
Spread your grace with your free
and, love will find you,
..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons..
[This message has been edited by regards2you (10-18-2002 09:45 PM).]