She stands there waiting,
In a beautiful flowing gown,
She stands there crying,
With a very cute frown,
She stands there wiping,
Her tears that flow slowly,
She stands there staring,
As I walk over to her calmly,
She stands there stoically,
As I wipe her tears gently,
She stands there confused,
As I smile like I'm amused,
She stands there steadily,
As I hugged her tightly,
She stands there smiling,
As we slowly start kissing,
She stands there waiting,
Still with a smile on her face,
Its not me she's missing,
As it wasn't my time or place.
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