In my solitude I await her arrival
Anticipating the loveliness of her tender kiss
My heart longing for the connection
that will love away all unsavory flavors of past misconnections and tattered love
Not the flavor of the week, but the true essence
of my heart and the sweet aroma of my joy
I await her arrival knowing not from which direction she will appear
Patiently I stay and trust that she will come to me
as does the morning sun on a mid-summer day
and the coming of blossoms after an April rain
She is the Champion Of My Heart
Though imperfect and not without flaw
she accepts me as I am and celebrates my strengths
overlooking my imperfections,
 perfect for one another within God’s Grace
Perhaps new fire or even a rekindled flame
I dare not guess but remain open to the
belief that she will arrive at the
perfect hour on her own terms at the appointed moment.
In my solitude I await her arrival…
The Champion Of My Heart