I wait for you,
anxious to see your face.
I stand and watch,
looking for the first sign of your arrival.
I finally see you,
I take a second look to make sure you're really there.
My pulse races and I crack a smile,
this is what I've been waiting for.
You begin to approach,
you say, "Sorry, I'm late."
I say, "No problem."
But I think to myself, 'I'd have waited forever.'