What is in a word?
It really was an innocent thing to say.
But to me it had so much meaning
As I had dreamt of it
And I had fantasized
It really was my own fault that
The anticipation was so great
But that is me,
My romantic nature holding sway.
So what was I looking for?
Was I looking to see his eyes?
Was I looking to see his lips
Upon which the word was formed?
Was I looking at his body language?
Could I possibly take in the whole package?
Hearing it uttered,
The cadence and the timbre
How it would compare
With what I had imagined.
What is this word that evokes such thought in me?
What is this word that could have me weak kneed?
If he at all compares to my visions when he speaks?
Like I said at first,
It is very innocent,
It is just a normal greeting.
It is the word Hello.
So now you know.
And I am still waiting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reminds me of the song HELLO by Lionel Ritchie.....10+++