Will She Come? by }X{Angel}X{
all evening he waited
anxiously eyeing the clock
retracing his steps
over and over
counting the minutes
until her arrival
kneeling before a crackling fire
adding another log
he rose to check again
his preparations for tonight
the thick sheepskin rug
lay lovingly spread before the flames
waiting for her
the book
the one she longed after
in that tiny shop downtown
rested on the warm stone hearth
waiting for her
the wine
that special bottle
from a few years ago
late fall harvest
sat open
and sweet
waiting for her
the glasses
his best crystal
sat sparkling in the firelight
waiting for her
his hand
stopped a moment
over his heart
and lovingly fingered
the prize there
hidden away in his pocket
where it lay
waiting for her
taking the ring
from its secret place
he gazed at it
mesmerized by its shine
by what it stood for
soon he smiled and
softly slipped it back
to its repose
where it lay
waiting for her
seating himself back on the chair
he resumed his vigil
over the fire
over the wine
over the clock
over himself
and he sat
quiet and lost in thought
waiting for her
anxiously eyeing the clock
retracing his steps
over and over
counting the minutes
until her arrival
kneeling before a crackling fire
adding another log
he rose to check again
his preparations for tonight
the thick sheepskin rug
lay lovingly spread before the flames
waiting for her
the book
the one she longed after
in that tiny shop downtown
rested on the warm stone hearth
waiting for her
the wine
that special bottle
from a few years ago
late fall harvest
sat open
and sweet
waiting for her
the glasses
his best crystal
sat sparkling in the firelight
waiting for her
his hand
stopped a moment
over his heart
and lovingly fingered
the prize there
hidden away in his pocket
where it lay
waiting for her
taking the ring
from its secret place
he gazed at it
mesmerized by its shine
by what it stood for
soon he smiled and
softly slipped it back
to its repose
where it lay
waiting for her
seating himself back on the chair
he resumed his vigil
over the fire
over the wine
over the clock
over himself
and he sat
quiet and lost in thought
waiting for her
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This is about a man who is preparing a special evening for the woman he loves. With a special question in mind. And he wonders, "Will She Come?"
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I couldn't believe how much this poem described my waiting for the true love of my life. I am in the Army and she is not with me. Every night I lay there waiting for her. This poem fully expresses the longing felt and is truly a work of art! Thank You for sharing it with us. - Sean |
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This poem reminded me that men have emotions and doubts, too. It is so easy to forget that. I liked that it ended not knowing if "she" came. That wasn't the point. What mattered was the preparation and the building excitment, albiet nervousness, for the special night. It left me hoping for him. and hoping that someday I am "she." Beautiful work. - J |
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Did she come? I liked this poem very much and understood that this night was special, but to not know the outcome let me down. - NIBBLES |
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I thought this was a beautiful poem. Keep writting. - kay |
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I really like your poem. When you put your feelings on paper, it's remarkable about how others could be feeling the same. I printed your poem. I hope you don't mine. MLC - Mary |
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I was waiting, hoping she would show. But in the end, it didn't say so. I choose to believe she did. It is a beautiful poem. - Cheryl |
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I think this poem has to do with a hope within loneliness. It's very expressive and it's one of the most touching poems I've ever read. Thanks for sharing it. - Sonya |
