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  all evening he waited

  anxiously eyeing the clock

  retracing his steps

  over and over

  counting the minutes

  until her arrival

  kneeling before a crackling fire

  adding another log

  he rose to check again

  his preparations for tonight

  the thick sheepskin rug

  lay lovingly spread before the flames

  waiting for her

  the book

  the one she longed after

  in that tiny shop downtown

  rested on the warm stone hearth

  waiting for her

  the wine

  that special bottle

  from a few years ago

  late fall harvest

  sat open

  and sweet

  waiting for her

  the glasses

  his best crystal

  sat sparkling in the firelight

  waiting for her

  his hand

  stopped a moment

  over his heart

  and lovingly fingered

  the prize there

  hidden away in his pocket

  where it lay

  waiting for her

  taking the ring

  from its secret place

  he gazed at it

  mesmerized by its shine

  by what it stood for

  soon he smiled and

  softly slipped it back

  to its repose

  where it lay

  waiting for her

  seating himself back on the chair

  he resumed his vigil

  over the fire

  over the wine

  over the clock

  over himself

  and he sat

  quiet and lost in thought

  waiting for her


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