Waiting

How many times a day I hear myself say
I couldn't speak because I couldn't find the right words to say.
You told me I had this worried look on my face
and it told you just how far away I was becoming.

Its an expression I know well because it represents
the war that wages between my heart and my head.
My head wanted to stay as well did the other,
but my heart, in the long run, knew leaving to be far better.

Not permanently, but for the moment because of how
to you I am quite attracted physically.
But I promised myself I'd wait, made too many mistakes
and I want this to be the one thing I do right.

You're important to me- and so is my body.
As it fills the role of temple and I need to treat it as such,
so please, I'm asking you to wait for me.
Until the day comes when we are more, what we want so much.

What I've found I have with you is so tender,
the way you're so gentle and how you cover
me up, protecting me from feeling exposed
or from ever feeling afraid, this is how its supposed- to be.

Then there are those who raised us,
mothers and fathers laying down rules to help protect us.
And I've been trying so hard to be so very respectful
sure there's another room and a wall between- but anything between you and me is very doubtful.

Honestly, my love, I'm intimidated...
by just how much I've grown to care for you,
by how much more I want to be intimate with you
and you be intimate with me too.

So, here I am begging you
to wait for me- to keep the pace from moving
at anything but steady
until I'm ready,
until we might say, "I do."