waiting to spot you at any time.
Though being alone I waited with grace,
you told me you'd be there by nine.
All I could hear were voices in my head,
telling me that you were just a fantasy.
That all you were was what I read,
in that book about a tragedy.
Slowly my eyes started to close,
as I fell asleep with me all alone.
The next morning I awoke to find a beautiful rose,
with the sparkling smell of your cologne.
At that point in time I knew I'd reached my goal,
to find once more your inspiring soul.
