Poetry: Symmetry and Reflections

I Will Wait

Whilst alone, trapped in my thoughts

I can't help but imagine you

Formulating, creating

A woman beyond that which I've truly known that is satiating

What color of your hair, be it shimmering gold, richest onyx, or a deep burning red?

To admire and feel the prettiest curls

or run my hands through wavy or straight tresses will be a delight

Either way, I will wait

What shall your voice be?

Be it husky and deep, light and airy, Or something in between?

A touch of sweet Southern, a calm Midwest, a twang of mountain, or something exotic?

Whatever it be, will be melodies to my ear, to whisper and enchant me

No need to rush, I will wait

I wonder your form

Be it petite and slender, curvy and lustrous, statuesque and tall, short and concise

I would love any if it were you

I don't wish to choose foolishly so I will wait

I wonder how we'll interact

How to keep you laughing

make you smile

surprise and awe you

And to feel you, touch you

Figure you out to electrify and satisfy you

The only lie I would do is to lie beside you

Find.every reason to be yours and only yours

I just need to find you

For I wish to bind me with you

So restlessly, but faithfully

I will wait