The Wait Poem by David Cesefske

I feel so ready and yet so far away
I dont know what to do, i dont know what to say
I hold back and decide to wait, its not up to me im gnna trust fait
I feel at times alone like im last in line to pick, then snap out of it and realize thats giving up, giving up to quick
hes preparing me for her, whenever that be the day, where i can sit back take a breath and say 'i do'
I wanna be the answered prayer, for the father or mother two, the one they want their daughter with the one for... you
I dont know what you look like, i dont know where you live, but In God i trust with patience, and with patience he will surely give-