Now you have entered into the unknown
See my hearts fist like shape, surrounded by a liquescent moisture
If you gaze at the force which flows life, YES! Right there look…
Can you see it?
It’s a cell with my thoughts of you
Notice how it moves, out of control yet always in control
What have you done to me?
The wait for Love seems unending at times. While you wait you learn, grow, mature and repeat. Endless decades it seems. A thousand years could pass by in a moment and feel longer and shorter at the same time.
What do you expect in the end? An expected end.
Expect to have the best because you waited patiently. Or the truth, you waited impatiently so you might be a little crazy.
Is it worth it, yes is the answer you are told but you tend to believe it as well. When all the feelings rise up in you and your poem has no one’s name at the end…still write it. Still express and then let “the one” know you were just getting ready for him.
Solomon’s song…Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.