When I’m ready for her
Will be she be ready for me?
Now that I plan to go to her
Does she feel any longing for me?
I am packed ready for the journey
Ready to go and speak from my heart
I’ll not bore her with a memorized story
Stories a thousand and one she must have heard
I’m not the first she must have captivated
With the pull of her big heart that’s equal to none
But freely I go to her requiring not to be persuaded
Hoping that her yet unspoken promise will be uttered to me
When the words will be spoken I will be ready and near
Lifting each syllable like a precious piece of a jigsaw puzzle
Then I’ll know what’s in her heart
And I will speak and what’s taking me to her she’ll know
It might be tomorrow or the day after
Maybe a month from now or maybe at New Year
Confidently I’ll go to her with a list in my mind
I will lay my ask and hopefully it’ll be met with a smile.
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