O’ time, might you be mighty
But you haven’t yet encountered my patience
For ages, I have waited for her in different forms and shapes
And For ages to come, I’ll wait for my beloved
With wonder filled eyes of eternal perseverance
Alas, where is your infinite continuity?
For I exceed infinity
And, further beyond is my wait for my beloved
The flowers of my garland might have withered many times
But her whispers make them blossom again, times and over
And, still I wait for her, in the deserted street, during loneliest of night in my wedding costume with an expectant heart!!!