Love Story

Waiting for her

A flower waiting to bloom

The stem is growing

growing

But the moment hasn’t come

Will it come?

Is there a perfect flower?

The man sits.

Dreams become reality

Reality fades into dreams

And yet he waits.

Desires deep yet shallow

After all everyone is alone.

But finding that one – he will wait

He questions why

Wonders how

And hope prevails his patient mind.

Because he knows it will come.

The plant grows with the water

Of his tears.

He dreams the beauty of a blossomed

Rose.

And people pass by –

Then she sits down, and watches

silently.

She knows the flower

It blooms!

Oh how his heart races

Jumps

Their time has come.

He knows she is here and turns

“Hello” he says with a smile

With gentleness he picks

his Rose and gently sets it

Behind her ear and

their eyes meet.

a poem by Elijah Abramson