Waiting
All evening he waited
anxiously eyeing the clock
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 skin rug
lay lovingly spread before the flames
Waiting for her sweet heart
the glasses
his best crystal
sat sparkling in the firelight
Waiting for her sweet heart
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 sweet heart
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 sweet heart
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