Twas the Night of a Date

Twas the night of an important date decided to write while I wait. Pen and paper, waiting to rhyme, what will be my first line. My mind blank, in a stare, suddenly my words appeared. Begin to write of love and life. Knew my poem would come out right. As I continued to sit in wait, my lines were forming oh so great. My mind still wondering as I wrote, I thought about your note. In it you said you would not be late, here I sit thinking of our date. I hope we grow fond of each other, maybe we'll become lovers. Who knows perhaps in life, we'll become man and wife. Suddenly you knock on the door, I finally sit and wait no more.