Waiting for his Lady

He's been waiting for his lady,
He's sitting nigh beside the sea
Her blue eyes, sweet perfume,
and the affection he wants to feel
With memories of their love affair,
the sweet nothings that they've shared
His mind is in a state of glee,
and the boy he's waiting by the sea
In that old place where they used to meet,
by the tall green palm tree discrete

He inscribes in sand his amour's name,
in a lettering that's not always same
Gently the sea washes it away, and he writes yet again
he knows the hours that've passed, aren't going in vain
She must be on her way to that place,
picking up flowers or tying them a lace

Her favorite sweets he has got today,
a romantic tune he's humming by the bay
His old six-stringer guitar lies by his side,
today he's learnt two riffs and a slide
He's brought it to sing her a blues song,
a song of his love for her golden hair so long
Of her blue eyes, and graceful moves,
her silken clothes and their lovely hues

Butterflies in his pockets, an old cap for the sunny day,
and that suit he'd inherited after grandpa went away
"Fame and fortune" she says, "are things sublime."
"What matters is I'm yours and you mine"

'She must be on her way' he thinks,
with a twinkle in his eyes each time he blinks
He thinks of what to her he'll say,
and how they'll spend that lovely day

He's waiting for his lady, singing songs beside the sea,
and he'll sit all day under that very palm tree
He is waiting for his lady, thinking about her is he,
for them love isn't easy, just like for you and me.
He's going to wait for his love the whole day by the sea,
and soon she'll come to him, and so believes he...

—Abd elAzeez