Answer to my Prayers
I approach your door,
My palms sweat and I tense up,
I wait for you.
When I see your smiling face,
Your entire silhouette glowing with light,
I worry that the rose I have brought,
As beautiful as it may be,
Will see your sheer magnificence and wilt with jealousy.
I stand in awe of all that you are,
More than I ever imagined.
I ask God why he has offered you to my eyes,
Such a feast of beauty,
Not understanding the reason for my good fortune.
I realize that you are the product of prayer and
An answer long overdue.
Like any night, I knew it would have to end,
So I savor each moment to its fullest,
Keeping each morsel safely stored,
A part of me for all time.