Maker Moments

Waiting is fast and slow.
Once the blessed day arrives,
It seems as if no time has passed at all.
But waiting for the day to come,
Each excruciating moment is felt,
And each one is connnected to another,
Until you are worn down by their gravity,
And you would give up the pain in a second.
Nothing is more impossible.
For who can give up their love?
Knowing one moment they will know
That the blessed day is really blessed
And the love is really love
For it is consumated.
Both souls in agreement
As moments collide,
And waiting fulfilled.