WAITING

I'll wait for this day with my sensitive heart,
'll Pensarte my hours in a thousand ways.
Mirare the horizon, until you see your figure,
Unique, unmistakable wrapped in white robes,
The color of purity such purity, that one day I met.
It has been a long wait, at this time,
I never thought it was so painful not having you.
And now I realize that part of my world is not.
I look forward to your arrival on the porch of my house,
That was also yours at the time, and remains yours to your arrival.
You will not need to ask where you were,
I know your eyes will tell, and if a tear rolled your cheek,
I would dry it hastily with a handkerchief scented love.
If you reach the door, I find not despair,
Just call me, I'll be in the garden gathering flowers,
To scatter the petals in your path,
And greet women.

    JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA