Slowly she sauntered, sensually seeking
the long-lost love left languishing
in her heart, harried and hurried.
Every evening, Eve’s eyes eventually
dimmed in dreams of desire, A fire
forged in a far-off stare, there where
women always wondered why.
Holding onto the hope he would return
home where hearts and hearths were healed,
she waited there, where the warmth of love was.
© Walter J Wojtanik – 2016