The Suspense Is Terrible, I Hope It Lasts*. Poem by Nomad Goggs

I would wait a lifetime to feel her touch, her touch,
it means to me so much, so much,
The only one with more patience than me,
must be a doctors‘ surgery.

Her eyes of blue, like azure pools,
invite me in, but would drown fools,
Sometimes it takes, so long, so long,
to trust, to trust when you’ve been wronged.

I almost fear the happiness,
at least for now can’t make a mess,
and spoil it all with some mistake,
I’ll wait, I’ll wait as long it takes.

No plunging headlong into the throng,
and risk not hearing the sweetest song,
I long to say, and to hear,
how much she means, how dear, how dear.

I feel so green, so new at this,
as I hope for her first kiss,
it’s not as though I am a pup,
but I will not give up, give up.

And so each night i lay my head,
and creep into my empty bed,
i dream of her beside of me,
I hope, I wish, we’ll see, we’ll see.

And so i now finish off this air,
just wish i saw her standing there,
she is so close and yet so far,
I guess its just que sera, sera.

(Goggs '06)