I pick up the phone,
Then put it back down,
I pace around the room,
Wearing a frown.
Should I call him?
Or should I wai?
Maybe it's love?
Maybe it's fate?
He said he would call,
So why dosen't it ring,
My world is so silent,
I could hear angels sing.
Then all of a sudden it happens,
The phone jingles in its place,
I dash over to pick it up,
Like I am in an Olympic race.
I snatch up the phone,
And softly say "HI."
Then nobody answers,
And I start to cry.
I set the phone back down,
Just to hear it ring again.
I quickly snatch it back up.
I know it has to be him.
I say "Hello."
He whispers "My love,"
He is my angel,
Sent from above.
In my mind,
A picture of him appears,
He takes away my worries,
He takes away my fears.
He is my love,
He is my friend,
From now until forever,
Until the very end.
We finish our talk,
I put the phone down.
Now wearing a smile,
Instead of a frown.
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