This is about a man who is preparing a special evening for the woman he loves. With a special question in mind. And he wonders, "Will She Come?"
This poem originally was published in Love Poems
Will She Come?
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all evening he waited anxiously eyeing the clock retracing his steps over and over counting the minutes until her arrival kneeling before a crackling fire adding another log he rose to check again his preparations for tonight the thick sheepskin rug lay lovingly spread before the flames waiting for her the book the one she longed after in that tiny shop downtown rested on the warm stone hearth waiting for her the wine that special bottle from a few years ago late fall harvest sat open and sweet waiting for her the glasses his best crystal sat sparkling in the firelight waiting for her his hand stopped a moment over his heart and lovingly fingered the prize there hidden away in his pocket where it lay waiting for her taking the ring from its secret place he gazed at it mesmerized by its shine by what it stood for soon he smiled and softly slipped it back to its repose where it lay waiting for her seating himself back on the chair he resumed his vigil over the fire over the wine over the clock over himself and he sat quiet and lost in thought waiting for her |
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