Virtuous Patience

Good things are worth waiting.
So I’m practicing patience,
Hoping to discover her virtuous nature,
Trying to make her my culture.
Of her heart’s language, I want to be the translator
On her soul’s search, I want to be her compass and her treasure.
Want to be the dew on her blades of grass,
The answer before she asks…
The seconds, minutes, hours of her day.
Want to be the painter of her smile throughout the day,
For it’s my masterpiece.
Of her love, I want to be the recipe
So my words can satisfy her appetite.

When she feels my strength,
She’ll never know she was weak.
In the midst of her frustrations,
I’ll be her spirit’s levitation.
In her rush, I’ll be her patience.
I’ll dry her tears before they fall.
Before she dials, I’ll answer the call.
I’ll be her cool Autumn that follows her Summers,
The warm Spring after her Winters.
In her chaos, I’ll be her serenity.
Don’t know how long she’ll keep me waiting.
If she exists, maybe she’ll reveal her existence.
But I continue practicing patience…
Hoping to, one day, entrap her virtuous nature.