WILL SHE COME. . . ANTICIPATION. . .

All evening he is going to wait...anxiously eyeing the clock...retracing his steps over and over again...counting the crucial minutes untill her arrival...kneeling before a crackling fire...adding another log...he'll rise to check again the preparation for the night....the thick sheepskin lay lovingly spread before the flames...candles burning...sheets turned down...anticipation will abound...time will pass slowly quiet as a mouse...
Stars will fall...earth will stand still...suspense filled evening...the phone will ring...she will say his name...come get me here...passion will explode...excitment will fill the air...candles will burn low...he awaits her arrival . . . .
Will she come . . .