Is that faith?

In an unexpected twist, I was taught the meaning of faith and why it's worth the wait.

Maybe what I lack, she possesses.

Maybe what I possess, she deems as excess.

And perhaps it all boils down to faith because over a year ago, the lack of it was the main contributing factor to my reluctance in the first place.

I think I've been told many times to let go... and believe.

What's the worst thing that could happen anyway? I still have me. I'm still me.

And she says she wants to spend her life with me.

What else is there to need?

I need what she has and that is faith.