Waiting. Poem by Alice Hickling

I know my life's not perfect
like a song that's left unsung.
How can something be so perfect
when it's only just begun.

The planting of a seed,
a flower not yet grown.
It needs some time to bloom
as its only just been sown.

Things get better with time
its best to wait and learn.
Just like expensive wine
or cheese that's on the turn.

I've made myself quite clear,
I'll give no other clue.
You see all along I've waited
patiently just for you.