Paul S. Gifford

ANTICIPATION

Oh how my heart races in anticipation,
and my mind furtively race at the mere thought,
A thought perpetually dancing through my conscious.
The thought that I shall be seeing her tonight!
For can it truly be so?
Did happiness not forsake me after all?
Was all the sadness merely an elaborate trial:
Perhaps measurement of my worthiness itself?
For surely merely knowing she would be any man’s ultimate reward,
Conversing with her a gift from up high,
and kissing her,
oh kissing her…
Breathing in the intoxicating scent of her hair,
Allowing our bodies to flirtatiously press together,
As our mouths gently mingle….
Is any many that worthy?
Whatever the reason
However long it may last
Be it fleeting or eternal
(May I dare even hope for the latter?)
I shall always be a better man for having known her.