Like people say so often in the past
It’s true that nice guys do finish last.
Broken hearted, while waiting in line;
as love passes, he is dreaming behind.
Imagining what love is really about,
through the fallen tears, all without
a love, someone to call his very own;
within the lifetimes he’d spent alone.
Shy, awkward in speech, and so then –
impossible are words, said in silence.
Waiting patiently for the coming day;
when her tears will have to persuade:
that his love – most certainly the best,
when she’s finally through with the rest.
The bad ones with the impressing charms,
loved briefly only while in those arms.
But as sunrise and nightfall did meet,
his eyes faded like the loving so brief.
Waiting patiently for her eyes to find,
he yearns deeply for that special time:
when at last! her love is now his own,
by his side and to never again be alone…
Patiently I’d waited, one wish I do ask:
when is she mine forever, at long last?