My forever waits on me

 

 

Streets glazed over in wintered frostings,

traffic lights reflect glistening hues

painting this sidewalk festive

As I walk, my breath floats before me,

not unlike a ghostly apparition,

then disappearing waiting on the next

 

Footsteps striding to the song in my head

“You and me” that is our song…

Chills converge, though not from cold,

My rapidly beating heart sings

and it stays with me, never ending in my mind,

for I dream the lyrics are her words to me

 

Changing lanes a slippery endeavor

as I cross over the hidden yellow lines

coated white beneath blurred tire tracks,

ruts, like life used to be…before her,

before winter became beautiful

and opening my eyes each day a blessing

 

Making my way to her door step,

my pulse races between each fluttering snowflake,

perhaps anticipation, perhaps nerves…

rehearsing once more,

practice makes perfect they say…

as my forever waits on me

 

Reaching in my pocket I remove the small box

lifting the lid I smile at the sparkle,

dispersing the rays of a January sun,

shimmering in my eyes,

now mesmerized by the wonder that is us…

hoping she will say yes

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like where this went...

all of the hesitation, anticipation, and frosted trepidation..hoping she will defrost the cold heart and say yes...

ultra romantic with a really nice metaphor used here.

[willweb]

Thanks so much Jacob. All we can do is try and hope.

[Matching Socks]

Will! Glad to see you back from Christmas/New Year's feeling inspired. :)
I love this ultra romantic poem! Especially the surprise ending!

[willweb]

Thanks Ana, it was a much needed break. Though I will say I sure did miss your wonderful reviews and your beautiful poetry. I am thrilled you liked this one.

[Kevin Casin]

This is a great poem! I usually associate winter with something negative, so when I first starting reading this poem I was expecting something sad, but reading through it that wasn't the case at all. It's the experience of love, the nervousness, the anticipation of an unknown future. You really captured it in this poem. Loved it!

[willweb]

Thanks so much Kevin. Winter is one of my favorite times of year. Yes, some days can be gloomy, but most are extremely beautiful especially when you are in love. :)