Nameless
by Elisabeth Spalding
The uncertainty builds up inside me
Like a river surging behind a dam;
I feel blinded, held in place;
Awaiting your answer.
What is the answer?
Answer to what?
I pine for the soothing presence
Of your voice;
Like the thrum of a cello's strings,
You charm me;
Care for me and
Gently love me.
Perhaps one day you will realize
How important your beautiful soul
Is to me.
How important it is for me to hear
Your tender proclamations of love
Whispered into my ear,
And to see you smile.