Tirelessly, waiting,
For another week or so.
Listening to the silly advice,
That true love comes only for,
Those who wait.

All it takes is a word from him
A romantic speech,
A caring phrase,
To keep me hanging,
To this weird love.

I've been waiting, for him,
To be my true love,
Or the real one to show,
But it seems as if,
Whoever it is,
Still thrives for another.

I dream of his voice,
Whispering in my ear,
All those words,
I long to hear.

The feeling of kisses given,
Makes my heart drum,
Like with no other.

I could wait on,
But I can't keep following,
This old advice,
It leaves me cold,
When all I want is your heat.

Why should we keep on waiting?
I'm done with complications,
Be with me.