What will I do?
Each day I look;
for the thing that will bring me greatest joy. 
My greatest joy is you my Lord.

Only you make me smile
My happiness is locked away;
My spirit weeps constantly
Im waiting for your return.
 
I need to be with you;
in the place where I belong. 
This earth is not my home.
Why have you left me here; I feel so alone.
 
Poetry is my only outlet.    
Only here can my sincerity be respected.
Here or on my knees in prayer;
I pray to only you my Lord. 

I wait everyday for you to come.
I watch in the sky and in my dreams.
I see the messages you send; 
but I need to be with you in person.

The end :)

By: Rachael