Sitting on a train wondering what she’s like,
Anything can happen I say,
Approaching the gates I know so well,
Seeing her for the first time,
I can just see her figure,
Then I see a smile,
I realize my ticket doesn’t work,
So I wait in the cue for a while,
I walk up to her in anticipation
She slowly walks toward me, I touch her hips
Could she be the one I think,
Then she kissed me on the lips.
James Fieldhouse
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anticipation-25/
