Monday, February 15, 2010

love is waiting.

In the autumn on the ground, between the traffic and the ordinary sound. I'm thinking signs and seasons as a north wind blows through.



I watch as lovers pass me by, walking stories - whos and hows and whys.....musing lazily on love. I'm pondering you.
I'll give it time, give it space and be still for a spell.
When it's time to walk that way we wana walk it well.
I'll be waiting for you baby...I'll be holding back the darkest night. Love is waiting til we're ready, til it's right. Love is waiting.
It's my caution not the cold.
There's no other hand that I would rather hold. The climate changes, I'm singing for the strangers about. You don't keep time, slow the pace....honey hold on if you can. The bets are getting surer now that you're my man. I'll be waiting for you baby. I'll be holding back the darkest night. Love is waiting til we're ready, til its right. Love is waiting. I could right a million songs about the way you say my name.
I could live a lifetime with you and then do it all again, and like I can't force the sun to rise or hasten summer's start,neither should I rush my way into your heart.
I'll be waiting for you...
By : Brooke Fraser

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