Waiting...

It seems as if we’re in love
Answers slowly, but I know it’s true
Love is so complex, peaceful as a dove
But we all know I love you

Fingers of branches of a wintery oak
The yearning of warmth invades my fingers
Then I slept until I awoke
In the misty dawn, you still linger

Six Hundred thousand days, I must wait
And all I get is a postcard
The message is quite clear, I never meant to hate
But when I heard of your death, I stood to guard

Your watchtower, princess of divinity
And the watcher of all things curtsy
Beautiful, and in all ways of sincerity
I thank thee for everything, my love, my bride, my majesty…