Г.Шпаликов

Alone I sit by the door,

Ears perked up, eyes on the floor.

The day drifts slowly, passing by,

I watch the shadows, hear a sigh.



The house is quiet, still and bare,

But I can sense you in the air.

Each creak and rustle makes me leap,

In hopes your footsteps break my sleep.



The sun sinks low, the light grows dim,

Yet still I wait, my patience slim.

For when you come, the world’s made right,

In your embrace, the dark turns bright.



So here I'll stay, with wagging tail,

And dreams of you in every trail.

For in your love, my heart finds home,

No longer do I wait alone.