My anxiety level is almost at the crescendo
I know why
yet I wonder why it takes me by surprise
cannot wait for tomorrow
when a sly sage
shall see this rare gem of a dame.
the story has just begone
when a book nerd shall kiss his Nightingale
without a drop from his pen.
constellation shall stand and stare
well-wishers shall smile
Ah! my heart skips a beat!
fly now, oh hands of time