By jenn (jennzoo@hotmail.com)
Date: 14 January 1999

the waiting

 When will you fall
    from the sky
   to be my angel,
  my heavenly guide?
   How much longer
     must I wait
   to find my match,
   my perfect mate?
     Do you exist
    or does it seem
     I'm living in
   some kind of dream?
I've searched the skies
   but found no sign
 of the one who's fated
      to be mine.
    I'll bow my head
   towards the ground,
 hoping I've not lost you-
    -never to be found.