'Patience Is A Virtue' Poem by Keith Parsons

I have heard four simple words
'Patience is a virtue'
The wait for you is nothing new
It took so long to find you

Just my luck, another man
In his hands he holds you
He should see it should be me
Now that I have found you

Does he know your eyes do glow
Brightly full of wonder?
Can he smell the wispy tell
That somewhere you are near?

Can he hear your voice of cheer
Your laughter and good nature?
Does he listen to you breathe
And guard you from the cold?

Would he study very hard
Your face while you are sleeping?
And see in you the beautiful
Woman that you are?

Could he feel the faith in you
And kneel as you are praying?
Could he give himself to you
So two can live as one?

Would he fight because he could
No longer live without you?
Would he promise to be yours
Forever, till the end?

If he does these things I say
Your searching could be over
If you find you're still in need
I'm always standing near

If I could be that man, you see
My wait would now be over
It's hard to see the reason why
Patience is a virtue