It was the day, much expected, <br />I'd agreeded to meet her, <br />my little woman, and still, for me, <br />my little child, my love, the greatest. <br /> <br />I felt the fever rushing, <br />higher and higher, through me, <br />until it beat me, it knocked me, <br />completely asleep. <br /> <br />I heard a clean soft bell, <br />through half-consciousness, <br />It was her! on the phone, <br />asking for me, quite upset. <br /> <br />Though weak, suddenly, <br />it came to me, so clear: <br />she missed me! , and <br />was protesting for our meeting I missed. <br /> <br />Next Sunday, lunch together, <br />next Sunday, I'll see her dear face, <br />next Sunday, I'll be strong than ever, <br />I know she loves me, that's all I need. <br /> <br />La Finita<br /><br />Laa Finita<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/postponed-lunch/
