What is love?
I'm waiting.

Angels move in closer,
What is love?
The essence of?

Love is fixed, a bruised apple,
the bark within the tree,
the man infront, the child behind,
the weight of the sea.

What is love?
I'm waiting.

What do I wait for?
I'm waiting.

Love is waiting,
waiting, is love.

Rebecca Stansfield

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-is-love/