I, THE GROOM HAS PREPARED MANY ROOMS IN A PLACE THAT CAN NOT BE CONCEIVED BY THE MIND. IN THE APPOINTED TIME, I SHALL RETURN TO CLAIM MY BRIDE AND FOREVER KEEP HER BY MY SIDE. I KNOW MY COMING SEEM TO BE SLOW, BUT I AM CLOSER THAN YOU WILL EVER KNOW. SO KEEP AWAKE, MY NEARING IS AT THE DOOR. SLEEP NOT IN SUCH AN HOUR WHEN IT SEEM THAT I AM LATE, AND YOU THINK OF TURNING AWAY. MY BRIDE, I SAY CONTINUE TO WAIT. I TOO LOOK FORWARD STANDING BEFORE YOU FACE TO FACE. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades