Will you?

Sitting, shivering and gazing.
Hands folded nervously and anxious.
Eyes fixed, in a daze. Locked away. Waiting.
Ablaze it’s been set, and alive it will stay.
Oozing, luscious, soaking, wet. The passion from deep with burns like days of old. Burned like the days of old. Where time stood like a kind stranger and beckoned those willing near. Burns like the days of old where iron met iron and patience stood like the father of a first born, beaming, shining, bright.
Oh will the wait end…….? No.
And by greater will should it never. Forged like weapons of old, where time and patience stood side by side, shall my soul be set ablaze. Where they we’re swore allegiance to no one but each.