My Poems For Her

Longing for Our Monday

In the quiet of night, I'm longing to meet,
The one whose presence makes my heart skip a beat.
With each passing day, my yearning grows stronger,
To hold you close, my heart can't wait any longer.

But amidst this longing, there's joy in the air,
For Monday approaches, and you'll soon be there.
Your smile, like sunshine, will light up the day,
And in your embrace, all sorrows will sway.

So as the weekend wanes and Monday draws near,
I'm happy, my love, for the moment is here.
To see your face, to feel your touch,
Monday's arrival, I cherish so much.