Waiting: My Yet Fulfilled Testimony In Prose

 

What I have come to see

 From the mirror of my soul

 I am like his reflection

 In feminine form

So much more than the norm

 For I do not conform

And nor will he

Made of God seeds

 Will Live to breed

 All that is Life and Love

I come from his side

 And he stands by mine

Even when time was not

 He and I were

 From the off set of Destiny

 God called him to be

And me to see

 Until Time permit us

To be close again

 This being,

 My Love and Friend

Always near

 Even while far away

 I send my Love to you

Day in and day out…

 He is like water for my soul

 Quenching a thirst

That is no more…

And I speak into the wind

That he may know my voice again

And that I am here waiting~