Biding His Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silent and sorrowful, listening to a guitar tap and
strum into intellect.

Wanting love, another biding his time, waiting for
me to come to him.

Yet, the moment has not yet come for me to let go of
everything and go into his arms.

Knowing how much he wants me in his life, wanting to
be in his, also.

Words cannot describe beauty of this transcendental
love, it's above this world, settled in the Divine.