Days, hours and minutes pass
I count them, waiting for them to amass
my mind wanders around, believing in what could be
it crafted you in a fantasy
blinding me from what I didn't want to see
waiting for it to be pure, to be true
to reflect every dream I wished to get through
but do you count the days as well?
do I even ring your bell?
or is it quite instead?
unlike mine-always disturbed by your knocks
I stand there peeking
a blush sneaking
I smile, and wait still
to open when I know you will