Love on the Roadside of Patience
© by Beatriz M.P.
Loneliness drove me somewhere called poetry
Poetry introduced me a loyal friend called patience
Patience was holding my hand for a long time showing me
the way of searching for freedom.
Freedom was too far from me without the powerful energy
of a returned love.
Nobody told me that...
Love had been with me while being alone composing my feelings...
by struggling and waiting to feel free...
Love may be a destination but it is as present as true
if from the start and along the journey
it is pure.