To a woman my heart longs for.
Seasons race like seconds
as they try to catch up with the one before
still I wait.
Beautiful,
ladies to die for
come and go,
for they don't belong with me.
I hear your whispers,
begging me to wait
but my patience is melting to the ground,
yet I choose to wait.
It's time,
for you to stop the whispers
and use words.
Let darkness bow to the light of a new dawn.
Let our hearts unite into one being.
A ritual to a ceremony,
of becoming one.
