Expectations, anticipation
An evening of soft caresses, mellow mood,
And oh, your kisses!
I’m sitting here looking out the window waiting.
I ‘m waiting for your shape form in the darkness.
I’m expecting to see you come running up the stairs.
Baby, you’re late.
I’ve stopped looking at the time.
I don’t want to know it’s tomorrow and you still haven’t come.
Well, this is the last time.
This is the last time I’ll sit by the phone all night.
This is the last time I’ll stay home waiting.
This the last time I’ll worry about you.
Are you stranded somewhere?
Are you hurt?
Did something happen?
This is the last time, because it’s not the first time
I’ve waited countless times anticipating,
Expecting promises to be fulfilled.
This is the last time,
Till the next time.
I love you.