WAITING

A lady is waiting for the man he loves,a shy guy,to propose to her,it's torturing her

                          WAITING
It has rung again,
the prisoner's early morning bell.
Another day of hard labor lies ahead.
I turn in my bed.

The birds are already chanting in the morning sky
calling upon themselves, celebrating the new day.
It stirs imagination within me,under my blanket
as i wait for yet another day of waiting.

Am like a prisoner waiting for his day of release
perhaps the prisoner is better, for he knows when.
I wait with uncertainty, with anxiety
as days pass and nights pass.

With no more warmth in my bed,
a vague light in my days,
I wait with a restless heart
for the day of my release.

I feel a stranger in my own room
as my thoughts wander as i wait,
as i wait for the day
his sweet,shy smile will give way to words