Crossfire. It's where I'm standing when my doubt and hope
have drawn their weapons. Recklessly I plea; I try to ward
off their battle. Its ongoing. A prophetic war that would always
be in the mind of females-
Who are entering love.
Questions pile like stacks of paper on the desk of a teacher,
(teach me.) Guide me through this rumination. As I ponder my
imagination, while trusting your promises, I search for the connection
between our desires and Gods will.
I find
the useless hours of musing are truly irrelevant.
Just simply another excuse to keep you on my mind.
And so I wait; I seek the creator of all things lovely and
watch as He unleashes the king in you.
The king who knows of no contemplation, but affirmation that
I am the queen you longed for and the one Heaven divinely appointed.
