No Sacrifice of Words

Writing for days upon these hours,
All the effort spilled on to the page,
With just a hope,
Something much like a dream,
Just waiting and buying the time to find it all,
Just to take away the breath of one person,
To really understand the meaning of all these writings,
Seconds upon minutes,
And those only turning to hours,
For this time it was nothing but reality as they poured out,
Just onto the page to lay there in wait,
Just to be read but once or twice over if needed,
And still they sit in the waiting to read by the one they were written for