My Love Will Come

 "My love will come…"     

My love will come,

will fold me in her arms,

will notice all the changes,

will understand my apprehensions. 

From the pouring dark,

the infernal gloom,

forgetting to close the taxi door,

she'll dash up the rickety steps

all flushed with joy and longing. 

Drenched, she'll burst in, without a  knock,

Will take my head in her hands,

and from a chair her blue coat

will slip blissfully to the floor.  

-by Yevgeny Yevtushenko