Waiting... Poem by Wesley Mincin

Waiting

On eroded concrete steps,
do I hold my phone.
I wait for her to call for me,
for I am all alone.

I've never met her in my life,
but yet I truly feel,
that the maddening love I have for her,
is very, very real.

I sometimes glance at a picture sent,
by her of her to me.
Those dark brown eyes and stunning lips;
the loveliest things I see.

For three years I have loved this girl
My feelings never waiver
I wish to embrace her in my arms,
and those lips I wish to savor.

I do so wish to dance with her,
before a silver moon.
Upon the ice of paradise,
and experience the swoon.

But now I have to wait and see,
for such a thing befall.
My only fear of this has been,
to be my fantasy's thrall.