Here I am,
Tripping over,
The words,
That I worked,
On for so,
Long.
I stand before you,
Wishing someone would,
Help.
Now you stand there,
Away from me.
But you don’t leave,
Your giving me the,
Infamous second,
Chance.
One whisper, I
Take the chance.
Two whisper, love
Your wasting time.
Three whisper, you
If you don’t take,
The chance, you’ll
Never get a third,
And even if you do,
You wont take it.
So I move,
To seize the
Opportunity,
But you beat
Me there.
“will you marry me? ”
“you stole my line, but that’s okay.”
Now I stand
Here with you
Saying those
Three magic
Words back at you.
Adrian Cordova
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/now-i-stand/
