the amount of time that i have walked alone
down this narrow path of sorrow and pain
sacrificing the pleasures that quickly fade
in hopes for the taste of that which is everlasting in belief that in the day by the grace of God
that the woman who is to come my way shall not be just another temporary escape
who doesnt believe in love
and knows nothing of trust and faith
but rather instead, my soulmate
for to discover such a thing of this magnitude
can only be obtained in the discipline and heavyness of the wait
how much more magical then does the array of our oneness become
with every hour that passes
the longer it takes for it to be that i should have you in my arms
is how much closer we shall be when the day finally comes