Patience

The patient waited on a cure
to this infection she had acquired.
It came in through subtle lips.
And sparked her soul on fire.
It spread through her blood stream..
Making its way to her aching heart.
At night she would observe the cosmos.
Wondering when it all would stop.
The patient was so patient.
Because patience is said to be virtuous.
But the faster the infection spread,
The more they realized it was hazardous.
She lost her life that night
That the infection entirely engulfed her
But it was quite alright
Because she realized she was special.
Not most can exhibit
The type of patience that this patient had.
When that virus comes to take you over,
A very thin line you tread.
There is no cure,
So patiently wait you will.
To see what will come of love.
And whether your destiny will be fulfilled.