Better to wonder than to find out Anticipation is greater than Realization she teased at me I sniffed at this with impatient doubt Being a very curious man Yet by and by I knew I would see How right she was and how worth the wait Nor had she ever been wrong before
Waiting for the moment to arrive Needing her then but loving her more For making me glad to be alive With something beautiful to expect Love dreaming sweeter for waking late My ardor mingled with my respect For the one who had become my fate Who knew what she was talking about