Dear man that I will meet
Capable of lifting me off my feet.

Who is fortunate enough to take my hand
And whisk me off to an uncharted land.

Don't you waste it.

The moment our lips meet
Must be something utterly sweet
to behold.

So don't you waste it.

Years lying in bed
Waiting for the words that have never been said:
"How I love you."

All of the waiting and stress
Leaves something to detest
I am wasting away

So don't waste anymore.

I daydream of (B)ryan
of Eddie
of Ben
Too many flow charts I've scribbled in pen.

I've been waiting for you
To come, clad in Blue
And kiss me.

Dear man, you'd better run
My patience cannot be refund- ed.

While I fret of a wrong choice
All I want is your voice
To whisper of my glory.
And begin my story.

Of love.

So don't you waste it.
Don't you dare waste me.