Author's Note: I'm sure that most of my readers know I am a strong Sparrabeth believer, but my friend asked me to write this so I did. This is the first WE fic/poem I've written and maybe the last. I don't write WE fics, I stick to JE...

This poem speaks about Elizabeth's ten year wait for Will on the island... Oh, and it's in Elizabeth's point of view. Please read and review! (Hey, 'view' and 'review' rhyme...) I hope you like it! (Obviously, since it is in poem form, it is a one-shot.)

The Waiting Poem

I remember our parting moments,

Clear as the sky in the daytime.

The tears that glistened in my eyes

As he told me his heart was mine.

I told him I would never forget him,

And wait the entire ten years.

A decade would pass until he returned,

It was the largest of my fears.

Waiting, waiting, waiting for him.

The first few days were all right.

But the thought that this was only the start

Was a burden, and was a fright.

Almost a year since I saw him,

Not seeing him is what I hate.

I am glad that at least one year is over,

But this is a mere tenth of the wait.

The second year has passed now,

Being alone, all alone, I feel lost.

And although the heart spared his life,

This is a dreadfully cruel cost.

Third time lucky, they always say,

But I say third time bad.

My heart feels empty but heavy like lead,

I've learnt the true meaning of sad.

How much longer, how much longer,

Is the only thing I can say.

A tear escapes as I mark off

The beginning of the fourth year today.

I must be going completely mad,

For his voice I can now hear.

How long til I can see its owner?

Another five years, I fear.

My dreams are haunted by him,

I have visions every night.

His sweet face I remember,

I'm so glad to have him in my sight.

Although I can still hear the voice,

His face is becoming faint.

At first it was as clear as crystal,

But I fear it may soon taint.

By the sixth year of waiting,

His face is but a blur.

Not even can I hear his voice,

For it is only a slur.

As the seventh year comes around,

I must admit I am sick.

Sick of waiting and being alone,

This would never be a fate I'd pick.

Should I just give up and leave?

Should I just find someone new?

I am so angry with these thoughts

That I could be so doubtful I never knew.

If I do leave, and run away,

There's always him I can run to.

But will he accept me, I think he will,

But what a wicked thing to do!

To be weak and to give up

Is not an option, oh no,

I will not run away to him,

I say I'm strong and I will be so.

Long before year eight did come,

I saw him in hours of sleep.

But now I see him in hours of day,

When I do, my heart can't help but leap.

The slightest thought, noise, word,

And then everywhere him I see,

Smiling at me from afar,

Or even waving from a tree.

I'm overjoyed and run to him

As close as I do dare,

But then unwittingly I blink

And then he is not there.

Only one year left, I tell myself,

As I look up at a shining star.

I wonder if he sees it, too,

It seems so close, and yet so far.

I wonder about that phrase, I do,

So near and yet, so far away,

That's how I feel about the wait

For that fateful day.

Soon the ninth year will be ending,

Is it excitement I feel?

Or is it fear, as I think of us,

As with a kiss our love will seal.

There is only one day left,

The thought brings me joyful tears.

Only one more day and yet...

It feels like a million years.

Author's Note: Do you like it? My friend liked it, but she kind of had to haha. Anyway, also, if you're wondering about the him was that she mentioned, um, well, I'm still a Sparrabether so I kind of just had to put in something weird like that… sorry! Please review… hope you liked it…