I wait...

As the days grow and become a week
Your silence makes me just more weak
With strength left my heart seeks
the day we would meet and speak
As the night creeps to dawn
When even the moon begins to yawn
I wait, still wait for the ring
From the person who makes my heart sing
Love's silence is the worst of the woes
punishment, i wouldnt present to my foes
Call me, call now, my mate
Dont keep me waiting this late