Hours and minutes have ponderously run their course.
My teenage excitement is barely contained,
Like an anxious father patiently waiting outside the maternity ward, I pace
Pace to exhaust those last few minutes
How slow can a second really be? ? ?
I am off.
Road signs flash past me as I race toward you
My leaden foot eagerly consuming the miles.
My heartbeat quickening with every minute that passes
My smile growing broader with every second.
Tap, tap tap.
I step back and wait, hands nervously squeezing a heady bouquet
A face appears from behind the door, nervously checking.
Our eyes meet and a wondrous smile engulfs the doorway,
I am captured, ever more to be held in that moment.
A lovely well written poem. It flows well, and there is good rythmn. Most enjoyable Best Steve
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the sense of how it flows and the rhyming. great write.