How long have I waited for thee

To come for me?

How many times did I dream of such a face,

Perfect in its imperfection,

Lovely not for the face,

But for the soul behind it,

The shining light within thee,

Growing brighter every day,

Until I wonder if I can go blind from the radiance of thee…

May this light always shine upon me,

In thy eternal ethereal glow,

Blessing me with the hope

I never dreamed existed.


The End

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