I Watch You

I watch you, as you suddenly appear each morning
Bringing your own style and grace to a new day
Slowly making your way towards me
As I pretend to patiently await your company
Disguising the excitement on my heart's face
I greet you with a faint, but phony “Good Morning"
All the while inside I'm screaming and rejoicing
Because I'm truly glad to see you once again
There's never a strong scent of perfume on your body
I suspect, so I won't be tempted to stray any
But there is a faint hint of a fragrance that's all your own
I watch you, as you get comfortable, and settle in for the ride
And I pray that God would speed up the time
Just far enough ahead for me to be allowed the grace
To just hold your hand, kiss your lips, and caress your face
As I wait on a bed of nerves to hear your first words
Like an incapable child waiting for his daily bread
But the waiting continues, and it's like torture to me
If only I could see inside of thee, and know...
Oh, ...Just to know, what makes you who you are
And why it all seems so irresistibly interesting to me
Yeah, I watch you, and I love what I see


John L. Donelson
Prodigal Son Productions
Copyright © 1999



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