The Awaited Date.

I lay on the bed, look at the clock hanged on the wall,
How long will it take to be midnight? Oh my God!

3rd September is the date Im waiting to have tonight,
God, why is it taking so long to be midnight?

Thoughts flow in of what should I do?
Do something? Give something that he might like too.

Living far apart, no way to give something,
Now I realize I possibly cant do anything.

I sigh at the thought, get upset on my fate,
Thinking why cant I be with him on this long Awaited Date?

I run to my closet, grinning on my thought,
There is something I can do for my sweetheart.

I take out all my drawings I made in the memory of him,
The feeling of proud make my eyes shine with a glint.

I sit and watch, the clock tells two minutes remaining,
To write a poem I get a pen, I sit and look at the wall and just keep staring.

After pondering for a minute my hand starts writing,
It goes on without stopping whilst I keep smiling.

Some drawings and a poem, enough from me I think?
He deserves a lot more; this thought just makes me blink.

I smile sadly at the thought and start to pick up my things,
I put them away again and keep smiling at my mere moment of bliss.

The clock strikes twelve, announcing his birthday,
I whisper the greeting, nothing else I could do or say.

I cheer up at the thought that these things will keep together our hearts,
No matter how long the distance is, or how far we be apart.

Not going to leave you ever alone, always together we will stand,
No matter what happens, I will be with you till the end.