Simple question, will I wait decades to be asked?

    Expressions play a huge part of my
understanding. I recall so much of life's
quirky moments from a facial display.

    Ah a courting desire, still decades to
wait. A tiny glimmer of hope is all that is
needed. One strand of sunlight dancing upon
a sunken seed.

    Please, I pray to Jehovah, help me see,
understand the words of courage displayed
in light actions. Hugely expressed with
genuine, sincere love.

     Oh hold down the barrier. Soften the
sharp corners and heat up the stone.

     Hear the mind answer from rosy lips,
a yes. A tiny, fragile echo that speaks of grand
shock. The emotional heart overwhelmed
as streaks slide down paleness.

     A zeal. An everlasting hope all
generated from one simple question.

    Now only time waits for righteous
and hope tickles spirit deep within.

    All is left is the one asking.
Who will this be?