Here I am waiting for you to come
To bring me poems and love
A soft touch from your hands
That later I know will open a hole inside
For the strangest feelings to creep in.
Later I know my hands will tremble
My heart will beat like a drum
As I sing my hopeless song
Later I know,
I won't be able to breathe
But now, I'm all dressed
In perfumed clothes and waiting
For you to come.
Mohamed Eid
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tomorrow-i-know-my-hands-will-tremble/
