state of confusion
Will I be?
I wonder and ponder this constantly,
will I be the stuff of his fantasies?
Will he accept just plain old me,
or will I meet a gaze of scrutiny?
The calendar moves slow, then fast,
countdown is finally here at last,
even so the obstacles are vast,
I just hope he won’t be aghast!
We’ve put so much into this, till now,
as time and distance would allow,
but the true test is coming, and how!
To his acumen I will bow.
But it makes it easier, when I realize,
there is something here to equalize,
he must pass muster too, no lies,
I have to think he’s a real prize!
So here’s an idealistic idea for you,
when we finally meet, here’s what to do,
just kiss me quick, then tell me true,
am I the one, and I’ll tell you, too!
© 2000 C.M. Bailey