"A Waiting Rose"

A bee offering true love is in my mind;

Someone who is loving and very kind.

May destiny find a way,

For our paths to cross someday.

Oh, God, let the right bee pick me up;

I want to feel his head on my lap;

To hold his hand and feel him close;

This is the prayer of your waiting rose.

I am willing to walk down a mile,

Towards a flowery aisle.

If the bee I see standing from afar,

Is the groom I'll make vows with before the altar.

"My patient child, be still;

Waiting is merely a part of the thrill.

Your perfect match is on his way;

So take heart and faithfully pray!"

(from Armie Jane's Poems Of Love 9: A Waiting Rose)