You allow me to proceed at my pace.

    Only lending a guiding hand,

        when I find myself floundering.

But only that .....

    ... never the push or pull that most would feel necessary.

However, sometimes,

    just a gentle nudge to remind me of where I am at.

If love would grow as a flower blooms,

    petal by petal,

You allot time for that

    and sit back to watch it unfold,

Never tempting to force it's pace,

    but enjoy it as nature would have us proceed.

And then suddenly ...

    when everything's seems to push and hurry along

        you join in the burst of energy and allow it to run it's course.

Never prolonging the rush,

    but participating and enjoying the effect.

You are willing to accept me as I am,

    and accept what I envision for myself.