Saturday, June 30, 2012

I wait for thee

Often I wait for the door knob to turn
For that someone to walk through the threshold
Holding my dreams in his arms.

My eyes twinkle with happiness
My hands twitch in anticipation
As I faithfully look out the window
Staring into the 'nothing so special for me' world.

As the speck of light approaches
My lips betray into a smiling curve
When I see the offender hurrying home!

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