Anticipation is what I feel as I wait here indeed
Your face like a slice of the moon so tender and sweet
Your eyes like marble stones set deeply and neat
Your hair like the winds of fate sways in the wind
Your gait like the stride of certitude strong on your feet
Your voice so syrupy and soft and yet indeed discreet
Your look makes me occasionally skip a heartbeat
Your words flowing through your lips creating a certain need
The longing you produce in my heart how can I feed
You form a ripple in my brain to which I pay no heed
Your self-assurance puts you always up ahead in the lead
Your wisdom in my mind planting a certain seed
The urgency for you in my heart growing like a weed
Anticipation is what I feel as I wait here indeed