It seems the day will never pass
Until I hear from you at last
The phone lies still, no rings emit
As all night long by it I sit
And though I will myself to sleep
Sweet slumber dare not upon me creep.
‘Tis strange I feel the way I do
Is it perchance how you feel too?
How longer yet can I keep still
This heart that leaps by its free will?
The printed letters leap at me
Albeit I try my best to see
The open book before me lain
While visions of you come not in vain.
Words from this page may not stick fast
But thoughts of you shall forever last.