There she stands
with her short dark hair
chocolate seas for eyes
soft light skin
delicate and warm to the touch

A smile from her means so much to me

The sound of her voice
The words of her mouth
sing in my heart still

A sigh from her
came clear
Nothing is unclear anymore

I stand ready to open
the door

But the knock is coming slow

Is she coming or not?
I cannot bear losing hope
Is she coming to my spot

I'll wait,
It won't kill my glow

November 2000{joscommentenable}