How rude I’ve been,
sitting here beside you
at the bar, talking about
the lover I’m waiting to meet.
You’re so patient with me,
serving me drink after drink,
watching me bring your glass to
my lips, the moment’s joy that
crosses my face before I return
to wandering about my future love.
This has been going on for weeks
and still you wait patiently,
until today, I look up and see
your face, for the first time.
Fancy that, weeks passed!
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And now I’m looking at you and I am transfixed,
and I begin to feel the smile broaden across your face
and the love which you’ve been graciously holding back
pours out of your eyes and surrenders me completely.
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