I wish I may, I wish I might
see him come home to me tonight:
with sandcastles dripping from his shoes
and yearning kisses like an electric fuse;
please let him sweep me off my feet
from the very first second we can meet,
lock me in the embrace of love not lost
and whisper his longing at no cost.

But forsaken feelings held steady our gaze
as you walked, not ran, to my home that day.
kindly and easily you dismissed me as just a phase
claiming your love could not see me that way.

And yet I still hope that you may
and desperately wish that you might
steal me a final kiss tonight.