Walking through each day alone;
Thinking there is no one else-
Wondering if you're the only one;
That's like a book upon a shelf.
A book no one bothers to read;
Collecting dust with each passing day-
Just like the sun rising every morning;
On the shelf you remain.
As each passing moment;
You must remind yourself-
That just like that book;
In time it's lifted off the shelf.
Someone special comes along;
With such love and caress-
That you forget every minute;
Your life has been a mess.
Looking back you realize;
Every second that has passed-
Was just testing your patience;
And bringing you a love that would last.

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Expresses the feeling of having patience.