Until forever

Patience wasn't my virtue
but now I wear it faithfully,
and with all devotion
a monk bestows his clock.

each day I remember
your last words,
"wait for me,for I'm yours"
they give me hope,
much more than a mendicant
waiting, but for none.

February came,
and so did lovers
they swore on love,
and "avenue of love "
they painted red.

three summers and four winters
I've waited
not with despair but renewed hope,
for with my heart I made the vow
"to love thee solely, until forever.

for club's contest.