How majestic are the days of new
I hold out my strong hand to offer
In hopes of being granted your true wisdom
It cannot be described the joys of such thought
I will wait for your grasping hand of acceptance
Knowledgable as we are the road turns without weiry triffles
You know this, this time is yours
As the road stretches further apart
I pray that the success of such beautiful wisdom shall excape the hands of tragety
Time will surely pass, but for the existance of you
I will surely wait, watching over every hill, around ever turn, I will be wating for you
In all things I find no better joy than the joys of sharing peace
We have no better conflict than the one we speak
Dragging it to the very depths of its purpose
We conform it to our understanding and mold into the joys of life and situation
I will be here, waiting, for the serenity of your coming
How sweet are the days to come
The beauty in the day cannot compare to the joy I have seen in you
Stillness of the night cannot compare to the tranquility of your soul
There is grace in you step, there is knowledge in you presence
Yet, I will wait, the days will come and go but I will be endoed to you
You tell me not of the things I must do
Instead tell me of the things I can do
Should it not be a time of trimuph in mutual glory
For I shall not stay stagnet
But grow in the wisdom and beauty I have been opened to
I will be here, waiting, for patience is the greatest trait in life
I wll be patient and know that there is purpose
For in wisdom, one must be patient with words
In knowledge, one must be patient with thoughts
In Love, one must be patient for the success of another
Be patient, wise, and know you are loved
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