Poems by
Yvonne J. Coleman


a poem by Yvonne J. Coleman

With sweet anticipation
I daily wait to hear your voice;
Huskily; yet softly whispering through the phone line
words that fall like honey dew upon the petals of my very soul.
Beating so fast my heart with hope
Distance I know will shortly live,
cause sweet sorrow between us, BUT!!!
I will wait;
With sweet anticipation.