The Pickwick Portfolio

Waiting
by Brianna Anderson

Until he comes I will stay true.
Until he comes Lord I wait with you.
Until he comes to take me as his own,
I’ll stay here at your throne

My heart is secure in your hands.
My kiss is hidden till we make plans
And I can be pursued.
For now I can only dream, until this story can conclude
With a love worth waiting for.

I don’t know who he is and where he will be.
My patience is wearing thin as I slowly give away the pieces of me.
All these feelings are hard to ignore,
And these constant distractions are tempting to explore.

My heart aches with longing; I could give in
With hopes I’ll find something more,
But a romance has no purpose
without a promise worth holding out for.

Until he comes I will stay strong.
Until he comes I will search for a sweeter song.
Until he comes to take me as his own,
I’ll stay here at your throne.