Hold me close

Waiting patiently for the one

It's times like these I want you here.
Tangible and near. Solid and visible.
Courtships, engagements, marriages.
Happy faces. Out of grasp.
Patience is a virtue. At least that's what they say.
Screw it all. I want it now.
I should be contented, having a blast at 25.
Yet fulfillment is elusive.

Self doubt, uncertainty, dejection. I inflict myself.
Character, beauty, intellect. Things I took for granted. I now question.
Unceasingly I pray. You come faster. Show your face.
I'm reminded yet again, not my time but His.

Still a part of me yearns.
To be called. To be loved.
To be cradled. To be cherished.
To be teased. To be precious.
I want to fall. Hard and deep.
I want to love. Head over heels.
Antiquated notions. I don't care.
A hand to hold. A laugh to share.
A pocket to pick. A lifetime to keep.