Some days, I’m like a man with no expectations
I look forward to what’s similar to what I’ve got in my arms,
But such days are blue moon rare,
Lucky for me.
Every other day,
There’s butterflies in my tummy
And you on my mind.
I’m dotting Is through iMessages,
And crossing Ts through calls.
My darling, my heartbeat is a symphony
Titled: laying in wait, believably not in vain,
For you, my love.