Little girl makes it sound like you have a precise image of who you are looking for. A model, more like, of the girl you wish to meet. Actually, you sound as if you have a whole scene in your mind, where you meet this girl. It could be raining, as you say, and you could be on your way, or in, or out of a shelter. Or she could be in one, or she may be sheltered. Or, sheltered can be a way to metaphysically say that she's hidden and away from you.
You then confirm this with the closing stanza.
Itís a wicked thing
To have loved,
To be waiting
On this being
Surreal, isn't it? You feel you love this person, or have loved, for who knows who many long days since your mental conception of them, yet, you know you are still waiting for them to be physically conceived. I wonder if, when it does happen, and you do encounter this person, do you know? Is it that omnipresent type of love that occurs the moment you realize this is the rest of your life? How can you know? The torture of contemplating all that this type of love entails is wicked. That is true. But the love in itself, not sure.
My placid words
She has not
On a more romantic note-- if she is out there, for you, she may have just heard all of this. And I don't think she would have found this placid at all. Just consider it. Idealize.
I really like this. I agree with cuddledumplin, it could mean you are becoming a father but it could also mean you are waiting on your soul mate whom you have not met. And now I read your description and that's what it is. This is very beautiful. I love the thought of meeting my soulmate and loving them, no matter what form they are, in an undisrupted form in my mind. Really good job. -blt
i thought it was a big compliment to the whole concept of destiny. mostly, everyone looks for the same thing. i guess it just makes us feel like we're special... out of all the people in the whole world, we are the only one that has that certain spark... and that we will be remembered. oh god, i'm losing it.
I didn't read the description before I read this, and I thought you were becoming a father. It's a kind poem anyway. Aw, looking for your epipsyche is hard work. Good luck on your quest. The last stanza is beautiful.