My Wait.....

My Wait.
I walk down
The paved path
In sylvan surroundings,
Butterflies and humming bees,
The morning’s light wreath
Turns the cold into rousing warmth.

I feel empty
As a dull numbness sets in
Leaving me gasping for thoughts.
With a vacuum of sorts.

The time comes
When my beauty is realized
By her presence, a smile,
In ethereal stillness.
With her lilting fragrance
Lighting up the instance.

A moment in rhapsody
With the cure for my malady.
Transcending everything else
That was created by
The very same Hand.

In perfect harmony with
Her body and her spirit,
Forever young and perfect.
Made for love, to be
Given without question,
In absolute, with exaltation.

As my chest swells
With the pride in swells,
To life I rise for a toast.
The moment ends.
Leaving a void widened,
Ever deepened.

With love as the end,
And love as the means,
I plough on, through the days,
With its waves shaping my heart
Into the perfection
Of its love.