I look at you
From across the table
And I feel
A fluttering in my chest
Butterflies in my stomach
My eyes caress your face
Eyes, cheeks, nose, lips…
As my mind remembers
A promise
Not too long now
Only a few more sleepless nights left
I'm nervous and just a little frightened
But more importantly,
Impatient
Suddenly, you look up
From the paper you are reading
I hurriedly look away and I tell myself,
Soon.
you are showing a lot of promise in your poems, at your age you are able to impart emotions that are found in seasoned writers. I am not as young as you, but our poems will bring us to great heights of happiness and joy, keep writing and beleive in your dreams.