Maybe not the Wife
Maybe, not meant to be the Life Partner.
Though, that's all I ever dreamed to be.
Maybe, I'm meant to gravitate and hold hands for a small time,
Though lifetimes together I see.
Certainly, the moments are beautiful,
Lighting sparks in Godly men,
Who've forgotten themselves,
Built a hard shell,
And who can now only be a friend.
Maybe, it's okay for me to let go of this dream,
No longer tangible and I've been heard,
Though to fruition, it never came.
Endless letters to divinity, manifestation of who to hold,
Faces touching, energy radiating through our hands,
God sends me tests, disguised as friends.
Maybe, I'm not meant to be the wife,
Though it's all I ever dreamed.
I'll feel empowered in this one day, though my heart breaks at the seams.
Fleeting moments aren't my partnership,
Though for others they can fulfil.
I can love with immensity, for lifetimes,
And have before God chose this loneliness for me, still.
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