Patience is a virtue, Grasshopper.

From the depths of my soul. With all that makes me, I need you. Your breath on my breath. Our eyes locked in the, "lost to all else but one another", gaze. The one where we bare our soul at a glance known only by lovers.

With all that makes me, I need you. Hand in hand, fingers locked, breathe as one. Hearts beat in unison. Mine for you. And yours for me. That's what I need. The you. Plus the me. Equals the pairing of one to the other. That's what I crave.

My soul, thirsty for you. Ever unquenched. Unable to attain that which I hold so dear. The glacier cold, forever flowing waters of your touch.

I miss the feeling of a freshly quenched soul. As I teach myself the truest meaning of patience, ever thirsty shall I be. As this lesson in the great book of " Me " unfolds, I remind myself. Forever is what you and I have, and as such, this trial is but a blink of an eye.

Good comes to those who wait? I certainly and sincerely hope so. For this test is one that may drive this nut to crack. Thank you love, for introducing me to true love. And thank you for teaching me the true meaning of patience. I love you my queen.