• A year is not so long a time to wait,
    Or more—I wouldn't mind to wait for two.
    I don't care how the Future will collate;
    I'd gladly wait a century for you.

    I watch the clock's slow hands, and fall asleep,
    Another night, another futile dream.
    And though it's just a fantasy, I keep
    the memories close—I cherish every scene.

    A tender scene of lying at your chest,
    A scene of passion, or of simple touch,
    To feel you breathing as I fall to rest...
    For this, a little wait is not too much.

    I love you more than words could dare to place;
    I'd die today to see you face-to-face.