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.
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