Lady In Waiting.

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