Four O'Clock Flutters

One o'clock, Two O'clock
Three O'clock, Four
My heart starts to flutter
As he walks in the door

Time it passes slowly
And I'm waiting for his call
I jump as I hear the chimes
From the clock in the hall

Four O'clock flutters
Some may think I am insane
But my heart beats ever faster
Just hearing him say my name

So tick away sweet little clock
I'm waiting so patiently
Except the trembling fingers now....
That I'm glad he doesn't see

I'm smiling like a Chesire Cat
Knowing the hour is closing in
Just a few more minutes and then at last....
I can once more be with him

~THE FLOWING PEN~
3-04-04

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