True Love Waits by Love SlaveFrom the album, "That Lovin Emo Tion."
Shakespeare's Sonnet 58:
That god forbid, that made me first your slave,
I should in thought control your times of pleasure,
Or at your hand th'account of hours to crave,
Being your vassal bound to stay you leisure.
O let me suffer, being at your beck,
Th'imprisoned absence of your liberty,
And patience, tame to sufferance, bide each check,
Without accusing you of injury.
Be where yourself may privilege your time
To what you will; to you it doth belong
Youtself to pardon of self-doing crime
I am to wait, though waiting so be hell,
Not blame your pleasure, be it ill or well.