The Curtain

From my spot behind the curtain on the front door of my home.
I watch as you come walking up the street
I’ve been standing here for hours in sweet anticipation.
Knowing that you’re coming back to me.

The excitement that I’m feeling is causing me to tremble.
Like leaves on the end of a vine
Once again I realize the reason that you’re coming back
Is because that you are still mine.

My memory of you walking and those long gentle strides
Strolling there beneath those painted leaves
Still makes me tremble way down deep inside, because
I know that you are walking back to me.

I’ve been standing here for hours in sweet anticipation; watching for the
Vision of your form.
Now that you’re almost here, the sight of you walking
Still makes me feel very warm

As you step up on the walk leading to our porch
My heart is pounding like a drum.
Now you’re on my porch and my very soul is screaming.
I’m afraid that you will turn and run.

The sparkle in your pale blue eyes: the sweetness in your smile.
The gentle way that you say my name.
And as I pull back the curtain and take you in my arms
My world stands still once again.

Fifty years have come and gone and I still feel the same.
I still tremble when I hear your name.
Now I see you walking across the parking lot
I’m so glad that you still walk the same.

The sparkle in your pale blue eyes: the sweetness in your smile;
The gentle way that you say my name.
And as I open up the curtain and take you in my arms
My world stands still once again