Here I am, <br />Tripping over, <br />The words, <br />That I worked, <br />On for so, <br />Long. <br /> <br />I stand before you, <br />Wishing someone would, <br />Help. <br /> <br />Now you stand there, <br />Away from me. <br /> <br />But you don’t leave, <br />Your giving me the, <br />Infamous second, <br />Chance. <br /> <br />One whisper, I <br />Take the chance. <br /> <br />Two whisper, love <br />Your wasting time. <br /> <br />Three whisper, you <br />If you don’t take, <br />The chance, you’ll <br />Never get a third, <br />And even if you do, <br />You wont take it. <br /> <br />So I move, <br />To seize the <br />Opportunity, <br />But you beat <br />Me there. <br /> <br />“will you marry me? ” <br />“you stole my line, but that’s okay.” <br /> <br />Now I stand <br />Here with you <br />Saying those <br />Three magic <br />Words back at you.<br /><br />Adrian Cordova<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/now-i-stand/
