The poets write and the singers sing,
And the movies move me to tears.
All speak of that, which I have never seen,
Though, I have never ceased searching the years.
All bring to bear that longing so deep,
So deep that I burn with the fear
I know too well it’s longing eternal
Endemic and permanent here.
To have those lips with breath so fleeting,
Caress the words I hold so dear.
With heart pounding, ear trembling I wait
Say it once
Say it please
Say it and mean it,
And tell me
I wait.
And tell me.
There, there.
I’m here.