Wait.

Of all the pleasures I fathom,
Of all the persons I may become.

You instill in me,
The part, that has always went missing.

For your gaze an eternity,
and your aura heavenly.

I cannot ask no more.
But you,the devil
with the crested bow.

Be it an indefinite amount of
blood,sweat and tears.
Or the persistence of time.

I shall find my way home to you
As you belong with me.

My plight may go in vain
and denied vision.

But I shall see myself contended
As I have proved myself,

I will fight for what I believe
And I believe in you.