In the most secret place where my heart meets my mind,
where my soul and my spirit are one of a kind.
With patience a virtue, suppressing free thought,
and my only true bidding - to do what I ought.
And whence I am silent from waiting in vain,
refraint to reveal the most intimate pain.
You'll know when You find me, You'll look past my eyes,
You'll see in an instant - there'll be no disguise.
So i wait to be cherished, to serve as is due,
my whole and forever, dedicated to You.
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