I await by the window, yearning.
Like the shore waits for her wavelets.
Like the nest allures the bird to come back
Like the flower impatiently expects Spring.
But you're far away...
Amongst the infinite horizons, I sketch your image.
And my longing I send to thee, with the wind.
She's my Hermes, the courier..
Sitting I'll be, all time by the window
Albeit I spend hundreds of years
I know, one day you'll definitely come
Hearts can't endure for long the loneliness.
Besa Dede
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/while-in-anticipation/
