How my ears crave the hush of your voice whose shape I can’t quite trace, your body I’ve never known but dream to. Your beautiful mind, and mine. We’ve walked few paths of each other’s But to the rest we are blind. I wonder How long you’ll wait For me to trace more than your voice With a touch of my own. Grace my presence with yours, you will I promise. It’s only a short time between Your beautiful mind and mine.
