I, the fool who rushes in
And does not ever win
Then I cry that it hurts
But it never comes with an alert

I, the eternal optimist
Wants you to always insist
Be the first to make a move
And your affection to prove

I, the hopeless romantic
In your absence becomes frantic
Then I pine to see you
For those precious moments few

I, forever waiting in vain
The distance is indeed a pain
And want to be near you
So I can prove my love is true!!

Published by Quotidian Blessing

InfoSec Director|WIT Mentor-Protege Vice Chair|ATA Convention Women's Forum Chair|Published Poet

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