A longing that awaits every single day,
The old pain not of flesh wound.

A love which nurtures the aching heart,
The purpose by which my life continues.

A sorrow for what has to past,
The sapping of the soul in despair.

A hope shines for what will be,
The granted strength which sustains my wait.

A joy blazes for memories to come,
The light of the future ever bright.

A time spent devoted to love's labour,
The joy of desire & helpless devotion.

An age to live at life's zenith,
The final fulfilment of a life's journey.

By Lost Musing