From here I spy the baggage claim,
And my eyes dart frantically,
Nerves are twisted, stomach tied,
As I fidget quite anxiously.
There's a khaki bag there all alone,
Circling yet again once more,
And I am certain it must belong to,
The one that I'm waiting for.
Will he appear the way I imagined,
And will he even recognize,
Just who I am and all my hopes,
When he looks into my eyes.
Now I've begun to wring my hands,
My hives are starting to show.
Where's the one I'm searching for?
The flight landed so long ago.
All at once, I feel a hint of breath,
And a chill runs down my spine,
I turn, and I finally meet the one,
Whose soul is merged with mine.