The thought dawns on me that he is awaiting my entrance into his life as much as I await his,
For I see perfection as he is.
His very touch on my skin sets off small shivers,
Like quakes in waters that form like drops on rivers.
Not rejecting but awaiting more,
Longing for his touch is boundless much too hard to ignore.
As the nights are long without him,
His absence set's all to be cold and dim.
As his stare breaks the barriers I build,
drilling through all that I project and falsely fulfilled.
There he finds the inner residual of what is me.
Wanting to catch me like a butterfly but letting me free.
He will be there to warm me in the cold nights,
As I am easily frozen over I am weak to its bites.
His embrace is everlasting,
As to wake with it not there would set me down casting.
Knowing this he dare not mention it,
He knows displaying weakness make me feel unfit.
For he is much like a sheltering rock aiding as he can,
But keeping distance for I have my own plan.
For his love burns like the fires of sun,
As strong as the ship sinking glaciers that weight a ton.
He knows me better than I do,
Yet is surprised and amused by how I am anew.
He cares not for my past as I to his, For we are now and now it is.
But till that fateful day where I shall meet such a pure match, I lay here in dread and tear. Crying as the hours pass, hopping this will not last.
