Whatever brings me to you

If the days of learning crushing lessons.

Brings me to you.

Ill wait forever just to be able to stare into your eyes.

If crying all those many hours is what has set my readiness for you.

I tell you what.

I wouldn't mind crying tears of joy for awhile.

If it takes me forever grasping, never to fully get a firm grip of love is what's taking all this time.

To have you locked between my arms and heart.

Ill keep swinging my arms around til I feel you interlock phalanges with me.

Long nights of wine sipping.

Stopping and blowing up imaginary balloons to my single pity party will all be worth it.

The day we can throw caution in the direction of the wind hoping to see these imaginary balloons fade into an lonely abyss.

Ill ready myself for you.

Critique and analyze myself for you.

With all the trust in my veins.

I know you're doing the same.

Although love has neglected it's sweet nectar from my taste buds for oh so long.

I subconsciously taste it's arrival into my heart.

Ill be more than willing to hand over my heart with confidence of your care, around it's chambers.

I'd feel alright.

Despite the many nights of going back and forth with past loves.

Just to have forgotten their names years later.

You, lover, will be worth the try.

More than capable of making me forget the risk.

For, it won't be.

Rita S.

M.T.F.D.