The Wait

When in love,

It’s said the first to say “I love you” loves more,

Well I knew I loved her more,

In fact more is an understatement of what I feel for her,

But how do I tell her I love her without looking weak,

I can’t stand to lose her without being sick,

She’s my white blood cell,

My heaven without am in hell.

I think she feels the same way,

Sometimes I intentionally don’t call her like today,

This is an own test to figure if she thinks of me,

Only that its tormenting as I stare at my phone waiting,

I can always tell that I’m patient,

Each second moving slow like a hard calculus quotient,

Only finding the answer when the phone rings.

Trust me I never wait for it to ring twice,

If I did it’s my mind would tell me it’s not wise,

I would pick it up making my voice sound nice,

Hoping she would tell me of her love in disguise,

Be the first to throw the dice,

And I’ll forever show her the sun rise.

For now I’m keeping her in the dark,

Waiting to make a mark,

Hopping I won’t ran out of luck,

She’d be my partner if we’d get to the Noah’s ark,

Just maybe if the rules changed a while back,

To her oceans I’d already have swam my love duck.