You walk toward me on wet pavement
Through the drizzle with a little smile
Who'll be the first to see the other
Will we jump right in or take awhile
Sitting on the grass that sunny day
Not expecting to see you just then
Knowing you're on your way to visit
Won't somebody hand this girl a pen
The suspense is quilling me
Just hanging out at the house with friends
Just hanging out at the house alone
Just happened to be in the country
Thought you'd check to see if I was home
Now that we've met this way in my head
Many meetings of mind over time
Can I put money where my mouth is
Can somebody lend this girl a dime
The suspense is billing me
How many words are worth a mental picture
Is the audible more incredible than the visible
How many pages to take you out of fiction
Is the legible more indelible than forgettable
When we meet again for the first time
Cerebral book of our own stories
Loosely bound across this cyberspace
Covered with the hard board of distance
Dust jacket emblazoned with your face
I don't know on which shelf to place it
One that rhymes with spike or glare or shove
Should I leave this one with the author
Should somebody give this girl a glove
The suspense is thrilling me
I kill birds with one stone at a time
Empty-handed leave them in a bush
Sewing much faster now to save nein
Show I'm winning by my royal flush
Thinking I should let you sleeping lie
Not wake you until you so desire
What fun it is just to see time fly
What somebody keeps this girl afire
The suspense is grilling me
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How many lines before we're standing in one
Bulbs are beddable, flotsam jettable, cups upsettable
How many words before I have to eat some
If they're edible and vegetable, I'm amenable
Reason reared it's pretty head but now
Melting back into the milling throng
Striving to slip into my slumber
What will lift me up where I belong
Feed on my own midnight delusion
Romance makes for sense a sorry food
Neon Wyoming likes the glue gun
Lonesome bunny and his churlish brood
The Norsemen are swilling mead
I decide this trip under the moon
I'll survive this trip around the sun
Limpid with my own uncertainty
While livid with anticipation
Could open doors lure this girl outside
All I want is your honest answer
Could open rebuke beat what I hide
All I want is a lead swing dancer
The suspenseless willing be
How many novels before they cease to be so
Half-intangible, ill-affordable, intelligible
How many letters before I let the mail go
Though it's doable and pursuable, still, it's
rueable
When we meet again for the first time
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