Ready When You Are

To a man who will look me deep in the eyes, pulsing with love, and say, "You're my wonderwall:"
You get me.
To a man who will allow me my French Gothic Riverside wedding with The Blue Danube Waltz and an espresso bar:
You spoil me.
To a man with more brooding passion than Michelangelo himself:
I'm the female version of you. Let's make babies.
To a man who will write me a song and sing it publicly just to apologize and say you were wrong:
You've found the secret to my heart.
To a man who wants to be with the me I will become, and not just the me I am at the moment:
Good idea. Let's evolve together.

To you--
I'm not waiting around.
Things are getting good.
If I get to spend even just the last quarter of my life with you, I won't consider the first three quarters wasted.
I'm over it.
And I'm ready whenever you are.