His voice echoed in my mind like a song replaying on the radio, Music notes dancing to that deep base.
An image of only a picture etched in my mind, Standing still like a piece of fine art.
Immensely needing to put that name to a face, My patience is running weary.
Bewildered with anticipation of the prospect of meeting a real, genuine man, A humbled, kindred spirit, fun loving gentleman who brings me laughter.
I’ve been standing alone in this world longer than I’d like to admit, Feeling like a cold statue in the middle of Winter.
Approaching quickly is the day we are to meet, My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it through my veins.
I’m ready to fall in love, Only question remains will he be my man? Such a simple four letter word yet so powerful I usually run from.
Could he bring me joy and possibly be the one? This waiting is not for the faint of heart, I cannot wait to see what starts...