On a lonely afternoon chill.
I sit quietly in the embrace of the wind.
Writing a poem about you.
How I will wait for you.
Wait until the sun refuses to rise,
until the wind refuses to caress my skin,
Until the happy dovey love refuses to sing.
I will wait for you, Adam.
The bone of my bone ,
I will wait.
Although these urges can be a curse.
I will wait.
Wait even when I'm intimidated by the love stories flying around.
But all in flight must come to earth .
So this too shall past.
As I wait,
I become more immerse
In the one that took my curse.
The one that made me to be loved by him.
And extending his love;
he made me for you and you for me.
Flesh of my flesh and one day when the time is right and we are complete .
He will join us together.
Until that day , I will wait.
No longer will I give into false copies of you.
No longer will I be subjected to their urges.
I will make a habit of pleasing the one who loved me first, Christ.
Until he puts us together , I will only subject my will, I will only submit to him.
I will wait.
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Heart Whispers
PuisiPoems based on my personal experiences and thoughts . "I'm an amateur so please excuse me if I'm not good enough in your eyes "
