My Late Lover Poem by Victor Keegan

My lately lady's late again
She always is and that's the bane
Because my loved one never learns
As round the corner now she turns
And looks at me oblivious
As if to say now what's the fuss
Surely it's not an issue for us
She stoops not to apologise
As if the twinkle in her eyes
Will make me, this patient saint, realise
That love like ours will rise
Above the bore of being so late
Whch seems of late to be my fate
My lady comes but lately if she comes at all
And being late she ruminates
For she values nothing more
Than to be worth waiting for