I wait for you,
anxious to see you face.
I stand and watch
looking for the first sign of your arrival.
I finally see you,
I take a second look to make sure you're really there.
My pulse races and I crack a smile,
this is what I've been waiting for.
You begin to approach,
you say, "Sorry I am late."
I say, "No problem."
But I think yo myself, "I would've waited forever."