Waiting Poem by Anne Penman

Waiting
Just waiting
Small and alone
For someone to come
And steal my heart.
A tall dashing thief
With kind eyes
Who will take my breath
My hand, my love
And carry me away.
The loneliness grows
Inside me
Dark and cold
Making me wish
For what I don’t have.
My heart beats slowly
One pulse at a time
Hoping for the moment
When our eyes will meet
And I will belong to him.
I sigh as I wonder
How long I’ll be left
Waiting
Still waiting
For love.