I am waiting for him.
Not the handsome stranger
I mysteriously meet
on my stroll through the city.
Not the perfect fairytale
who will carry me home
effortlessly while singing.
Not the flawless angel
with words for every situation
I stick my foot into.
I know our life won't be
duplicated from picturesque,
only we can make our love
worth every flood
and fogged friendship.
I don't want to be expectant
and make myself believe
he will provide everything,
where is the truth there?
I must communicate,
let him perceive
what is spoken upon
my heart stone of faith.
Our future together
dances on the foundation
of honest self-sacrifice,
where we strengthen bones
and give up all our wants
to do what is selflessly best.
