You in the Making
Time became laggered-footed,
The wait interminable,
On promises in the waiting,
Of je t’aime in the making.
The agony of a wistful smile,
The keening of a breaking heart,
All explained in the waiting.
In the waiting of moulded happiness,
In the waiting of joy boundless,
In the waiting of freedom feels,
In the waiting of serenade ideal.
There was the waiting,
For there was you in the making.