He waited until the sun sinked low,
The flowers lowered thier mighty crown,
The lonely nights of silent desolation.
Heart nay had a tiniest ray of happiness.
The lonely path, deserted now,
In a park bench he sat
Eyes set out the wide deserted road
Waiting every dawn, every dusk.
The years rolled off,
But he did wait,
As winter chimed in and left
As summer played and left.
He waited for those lovely eyes
That sparkled and enticed his lonely life
He waited to be by her side.
An eternity passed she never turned by
One rainy night,
The thunder roared and lightening sizzled
His waiting did come to end.
In the grave next to his dearest one he lay.