I wait for you
anxious to see your face.
I stand and watch,
looking for the first sign of your arrival.
I finally see you,
I take a second look to make sure you're really there. My pulse races and I crack a smile,
this is what I've been waiting for.
You begin to approach,
you say, "Sorry, I'm late.
" I say, "No problem." But I think to myself,
'I'd have waited forever.'
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