Look into the starry eyes of a distance lover
What does it take to pull them closer?
And why does near feel so far away?
We wait for the perfect moment
But fail to seize the day
As though the opportunity for love will last
As if the chance will never go astray
We wait for hours, weeks, months
We hope, fantasize and pray
Struggling against our better judgement
Relying on feelings that dissipate
But still… despite it all
We focus on the joy
And excitement of the first date
We wonder why did we ever wait?
We fuss over the perfect outfit
Changing from shirt to shirt, pants to skirt
Only to realize that anticipation makes it work
So we put on the shoes that are two sizes too small
Even if it makes our feet hurt
Love always, Esha ❤