For You're
Too attached
to your loneliness,
Must be separated.
For no hand
To reach for,
For no lips
To press against.
For You're wondering:
Will I
Forever be alone?
As your tears
stream down your face,
You begin
To pray,
Dear God,
Please bestow me
With Your chosen one.
Silently sitting
Awaiting His answer:
My child,
Perfection can't
be rushed,
Have patience,
Trust me
Wait
Be still.
For Dear child,
Your tears
I've already bottled.
For Your
Love Divined,
I design
With greatness,
So special care
Is required
To construct.
