I sat at the window again today
Wishing and hoping you'd pass this way


Looking out cross the garden and down the long lane
I sat and I waited, it was only in vain


Eager to catch just a glimpse of your coach
Pulled by fine horses as it makes its approach


Listening for the sound of their hooves on the clay
But you were not coming, at least not today


As the war is now over I thought you would be
Making a speedy return back to me


Yet you've answered no letters and I wonder why
You've not found in your heart the need to reply


So I wonder and fear you might possibly be
Gone from this life and buried at sea


Or perhaps you've moved on and taken another
To stand by your side and to be your new lover


So I wait for some word and until then I be
Your lady in waiting, waiting for thee 


©Catherine Turner-Joll 
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