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Impatience


They say

patience

is a virtue.


They say

good things come

to those who

wait.


But

I do not know

how much

longer

I can hold back

from the

inevitability

of you.


I have never cared

for rush

or haste.

I live my life

at my own

steady pace.


But why do we

insist

on waiting

for something

good 

to begin?


We are

wasting

precious time,

watching

on the side lines,

as our defining

moment

passes us by.


Can we just

let ourselves go?


Stop

pressing pause

on this

epic tale

that lies ahead.


Because

I want you.

All of you.


And I 'm

impatient

for us

to begin.


There is no time

like the present

and there is no feeling

like loving you.


So let's jump right in...

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