Come my dear

I'm seeing him for the first time tomorrow I'm excited but tensed I don't know what to expect I'm curious A little worried what he is going to look like Something in me tells me there's something good in him Like I'm going to discover myself, live the life I've always wanted I'm going to be happy I'm eager to see him Yet I'm concerned I want to be free Will he let me live my fantasies Or will he make me rot in the drudgery of expected roles? I can't wait to embrace him But I want to be assured I'll be safe with him I have mixed feelings Queasy yet expectant Like one who's expecting, anticipating yet a little worried about the pangs When tomorrow comes I'll be with him And I'll do my best And trust God for the rest Come my dear 2016! © Radiant~ December 2015