How the wave
Kisses the sand
When it finally reaches
The shoreline;
How you and I meet
At that tiny,
Hidden juncture of time;
How you stare at me
With naught else
But love in your eyes.
Ah, darling,
A bit more
Of your patience;
Then, it'll be
The month of June
And I'll come running
Into your arms!

- Diwa