Waiting

I think you are the sea that stretches out before me, where eternity lies on the horizon, and your beauty endures everlasting. You’re the vapor -- moist and cool, pouring yourself over me. As a wave's gentle rhythm, you come wrapping smoothly over my heart.

You are the heaven that pours perpetual ecstasy. You are bluer than indigo, frosted and tipped with iridescent clouds, a contrast, shuddering against the crisp green earth. Verdant and luxuriant, you become as I stretch out in your love.

How can you be so many things to me? What can I become in return? Till the day I die, I will get up each day to write all the poems in my heart for you, but I think I can never find enough words to express the love that I feel, I’m sealed by this emotion that such affection be in contemplate with your blessing.

The image of your face is an endless repetition in my mind. Your voice runs as a deep river in my soul. I imagine your touch and I feel as if a wind blows through me. I see you and pray that the unexpected will happen - that you will see me.

Is there a combination from the infinitesimal number of words that exist that could make you love me? Do you recognize me? I am the one that remains silent, a captive heart, wishing to be set free by your love.

What is it that comes after me, that in spite of the little taught that I have shared with you had lured me into a trap. Speak to me with words that your hearts possess. Speak to me like a noble waiting for your command.

May I be the person that you truly love?

I wait… for your coming.