Saturday
If only the hours could pass by quickly,
As I see thee coming near,
With a sweet whisper of,
“I have a new gift for you.”
Giddy with joy,
I wait,
As the hours roll by.
Oh, my love,
Where art thou?
My heart aches,
Seeking for my love.
The coldless days,
Waiting for him.
With passionate kisses,
on my skin,
Years pass by,
As I wait for thee.