Love Waits
Love waits
patient, unseen, outside of time.
It cloaks as car accident,
chronic illness, or grief;
starry night, baby’s breath, or
first ripe raspberry in spring.
It is waiting,
waiting for you,
waiting for you to turn around,
to finally turn inside.
This love flows, wholly dependable,
unlike relationship, made of two:
at best, a luscious, rampant garden,
filled with surprise and hidden delight—
still—in all its fullness, a mere reflection,
temporary and time-bound for loss.
Love waits,
waits for you,
waits for you to turn around,
to finally turn inside.
© Amrita Skye Blaine, 2015
the heart of the matter 
Oh I love this Amrita…. thank you so much. Love loving love is so palable here and such a joy to experience again in your words. Much love Mx
Eloquent, profound and lovely; the idea of baby’s breath and first ripe raspberries a perfect evocation of worldly love objectified; many congratulations.
lovely! v xx
Vivienne Verdon-Roe, Ph.D (hon) Certified Qigong Teacher (415) 868-2241 http://embodyinglove.us
Yes. Thank you!
I like the baby’s breath and the ending. =)