Author Francisco Arcellana I wait for you ready to leap at you from every corner at every turn gathered to spring at you from the shadow of every tree this is an ambush but I am not the assassin I wait, not with a knife, but love, heavy, dripping in my hands. Tags love poem love poems love poems for her love poetry poems about love romantic poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 3.9 (14 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments