On Betrayal

With the sound of each finger that knocks the door
I run about, hoping the fingers to be yours,
And the disappointment to behold some other face-
Is too hard to let go off,
too hard a truth to believe.
Once more I would love to see you,
to see me alive,
to see you I strive..
In a suit so black
and on the head a formal hat,
ready to ask for my hand
choosing a "Diamond" among the sand,
ready to make me your beau,
if only, my wishes were just a few,
I could easily let go off,
but then,
I miss you,
If only I could tell you, if only you knew..
Each ring of the phone I pick,
with a heartbeat, feeling,
"If only it was yours"
ohh, the truth is so coarse..
And yet, though again in vain,
I wait, I wait, I wait...