Love poems 128 have never been written

There was no need to apply them to paper

I am waiting for

Love Poem Number 9

It is running late as the trains do

But I am certain of its arrival

As I am writing this I am validating the day

The day is grey and quite ordinary

But full of love as all days are

Yet only the outstanding ones are appreciated

Which is an amazing oversight

Considering the distances that we travel