A lovenote

You lie suspended between the worlds of "if" and "are". A polarity between perhaps and definite tangibility. And there you sweetly rest until all the shortcomings of this physical world, of my own mortal incapabilities and every reason you cannot be here now will part ways to allow your miraculous entrance into our lives.

I will never be ready for everything you will bring with you, and at this moment I have never been more ready for you. Perhaps as time elaspes it will bring with it enough grace to further fortify my strength for you. What I do know is that surely you are coming, for how else can it be that my heart misses you with such a deep love and breathlessness, though I have never held you in this lifetime? It is as though your first lesson to your parents might be that of patience. I must believe we'll get you here in time, however long it might take. We're ready whenever you are, too. There is so much for you to see.