I'm seeing him for the first time tomorrow
I don't know what to expect
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
He is here already... Glory to God!
Happy New Year dear.
This is a case of --- Philophobia
@Unknown Read again, this time carefully. You obviously missed the point
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