% Postponed Lunch Poem by Laa Finita

It was the day, much expected,
I'd agreeded to meet her,
my little woman, and still, for me,
my little child, my love, the greatest.

I felt the fever rushing,
higher and higher, through me,
until it beat me, it knocked me,
completely asleep.

I heard a clean soft bell,
through half-consciousness,
It was her! on the phone,
asking for me, quite upset.

Though weak, suddenly,
it came to me, so clear:
she missed me! , and
was protesting for our meeting I missed.

Next Sunday, lunch together,
next Sunday, I'll see her dear face,
next Sunday, I'll be strong than ever,
I know she loves me, that's all I need.

La Finita