I WAIT

I WAIT

I wait for your image,
Sight of you to behold,
With a fire ever burning,
That will never grow cold.

I wait for your voice,
To speak soft and low,
With impatience growing,
The time passing too slow.

I wait for the sound,
Of your key in my door,
With anticipation rising,
Just to hold you once more.

I wait for your love,
Once more as night falls,
Trapped here waiting,
Behind these four walls.


Monty