Waiting

All these men;
Those who’ve cared
And those who haven’t noticed.

While there I stand
With open arms and a loveable heart–
All of those times it was ripped apart.

I still wait for open arms
Cradling me in his arms
Holding me close.

He’ll hold me like the
Most delicate flower in the world.
Treating my heart as the flower.

He’ll love me till life’s end,
Refusing to never leave my side,
Always needing me.

I’ll need him as much as the
Air I breathe, the life I live,
And the man I live for.

And here I lie,
Waiting, waiting for my darling
When he’ll look me in the eyes.

I’ll wait ever so reverently,
With my heart jumping out its rib cage…
Waiting, waiting for those words.

“I love you” he’ll say,
Holding me, cradling me.
“I’ve been waiting, waiting.”

Then there awaits a world for us to explore
With his hand in mine,
I lay indestructible.

That’ll be the day
When all that begins will never end.
I’ll be waiting, waiting.