If I wait ten minutes will you come
Knocking on my door
Or perhaps I'll wait an hour if it means
You'll come once more
I could wait till the snow comes round and
Freezes up our noses
I could wait until summer springs again
And brings along the posies
I could wait till I am wrinkled with time
yet still mulling over moments
Wait to hear your steadfast voice
Pleading its exponents
Maybe you'll appear when my skies turn grey
or you'll leave my ever beating heart slowly to decay
