In the quiet garden of hope, I patiently wait,
For the flower of affection to bloom at its own rate.
Her petals unfurl slowly, not rushed by desire,
A gentle process, stoked by love's tender fire.

The heart knows its yearning, a silent plea,
To be with the one whose soul sings to me.
Yet, time is a keeper, with keys made of trust,
Unlocking the moments when being together is a must.

So I stand by the gate, with patience as my guide,
For the girl I adore, to walk by my side.
The waiting is a journey, not a silent plight,
A testament to love that feels just right.

In the garden of tomorrow, where dreams may roam,
I'll wait for her readiness, to call my heart home.
For love is not hurried, it moves with grace,
And in her own time, she'll find her place.

Beside me, within me, our spirits entwined,
Patiently I wait, for our stars to be aligned.

-Kevin Thompson