This is not a poem of sadness
This is a poem of longing
Not the longing of a starving peasant
Or the yearning of a weary soldier
But a longing like
The scent of red rubber dodgeballs on asphalt
The lamplight brushed across the face of friends on a twilight adventure
The knowing dreams of a mountainous waffle breakfast that surely awaits in the morning
It\'s not a poem of lust
But a poem of love
Not the love of a starstruck schoolboy
Or an impassioned prince of a far off land
But a love like
Staring into the starry night on a bed of grass
Watching from the sidelines knowing you will get your shining moment
Singing with the birds at sunrise
This is waiting for
The one because
You know that
They\'re waiting
For
You.