A portion of my soul

A portion of a poem I wrote today... i.e., a portion of my soul.

...Well, I don't have the swing, and I don't have the fields,
And as far as I know, don't have you.
But I have a porch, I have God, and the world,
And I know that there's plenty to do.
So I'll love, I will give, I'll create, and I'll find
That I will be ready for you.

Give me enough time, but not one second longer --
I'm waiting here for you.