Silently,
she looks through the small cobwebbed window.
Waiting and wishing as each day goes by.
The once beautiful garden she looks upon
rests overgrown and grey,
Life does not exist where love is at bay.
The building she sits within
lies decrepit and old,
The walls do speak of tales long told.
Tears flow like a waterfall,
never ending;
Down her pale wrinkled cheeks.
Though her body is gone
her soul still seeks,
Waiting and wishing to see once more,
Her one true love standing at the door.