My Love is coming to me.

My Love’s thoughts are only of me.

My Love is coming to me.

Love assured, doubts evaporate next to the fire that is my Love.

Tender and intimate words of comfort still my restless heart.

The plans are fixed but I must wait.

My Love is coming to me.

Sweet longing deepens my desire.

And I am content, for I can see no other.

Whose shape, whose fragrance, whose taste fits the longing of my Soul?

None but my Love.

So I wait and the waiting is ardor perfected in faith.

I trust in the heart of my Beloved.

Now, passing fancies are smoke on the breeze.

Distractions vanish, clinging diminishes to an hushed expectancy.

The power of the imposter vanishes like fog in the bright morning sun,

When I imagine the joining with my Love.

I can wait.

I will wait.

For now I know the answer to my Soul’s Longing.

My Love is coming to me.