...for I shall wait
The rain will drench me till my socks,
I shall shiver, while people shall call out my name.
And yet I shall wait.
There in my hand for you is an umbrella,
You said you would be back, I cannot let you get cold,
Minutes have turned into months,
And yet I shall wait.
My feet are aching, my shoes are biting me,
The wind has beaten my face,
And yet I carry my comb and compact,
I must look good for you...for I shall wait.
Akansha, May 2007
