The Grip of Patience

Through an ornate mirror
I stare
that old picture
starts to tear
Corroded with time
I told her it was you
that old picture
looking new
That power you held
rusts like gold
even then
my heart is sold
Those soft brown eyes
have met their match
only it isn't me
they'll catch
And in those fields
together we'll lay
once the price
of time we pay
With that uncertain smile
you know I'm yours
and it's your soul
that opens doors
But Patience
being my only friend
it's your honor
I long to defend
Please offer
that forbidden right
a chance, from doubt
a reason to fight
I'll stand for you
and be your shield
it's just your heart
you have to yield
I want to forget
that picture mold
and in it's place
your hand, to hold