Waiting For My Moment

Raising my hands to the glass.
I finally found you; found you at last.
You walk down the street in the pouring rain.
My elbows rest on the window pane.

You are the one I've been waiting for.
Someone so pure, I can't ignore.
You don't follow the crowd, but make your own roads.
Many don't understand you, but I do.
I've deciphered your life; found a code.

I wish my thoughts could be spoken.
But my words would come out all wrong; feelings chopped up and broken.
If I were to tell you of my unspoken thoughts,
I'm afraid you reject me and leave me in distraught.

Your beauty is far beyond compare.
You have the heart of an angel, but you are unaware.
You continue on, day by day the best that you can.
You live your life by God's plan.

Your soul is full of depth that no one can touch.
If I could let my heart speak, you'd know why I love you so much.
Your eyes are like jewels that cannot be found.
The passion you reveal when you love something is so profound.

When you die, heaven will call on your name.
You will walk before God, and a pair of wings you will claim.
Your kindness touches everyone you meet.
If I could have your heart, I'd be complete.

Until the day I die, I will sit here by the window.
And watch as your hair dances when the wind blows.
Waiting for the right time is leaving my heart bent.
But until then, I will wait; wait for the right moment.