Just Yet.

The greatest of all things...

Is she who is to my bride

Although we've yet to be...

Introduced.

Never have I day dreamed

Circumventing thoughts within

My dreams

Those fleshy expectations 

Fades like hope upon...

The hopeless

In this narrative 

There hidden derived from the notion

That I...

Who is he...

That has humble intentions 

Not only to be demanded from

But to illustrate to...

My value 

My truth...

Also known as my genuine 

Where it is not only her body

But her universe 

conveying effectively exactly how...

Am I...

To soothe her soul

And feed her spirit

No...make no mistake...

I've pondered endlessly over the gesture 

That it is she that needs...

Although in truth it is I that need

Her for my own completion

Of a woman I was birth

Through a woman I was nurtured

With a woman...

I am committed to passing the ages 

To love...

To cherish...

For better or worst

United eternally

Even beyond the days...

When death passes us by...

I am a married man...

It just so happen I haven't met my wife

Just yet.