Where are you? Who are you?
Did I accidentally pass you by?
Have I ever seen you in earthly garb?
Doesn't a woman want to show her attire?
Would I recognize you if you sat by me?
Am I pure enough to sense such vibes?
The very thought of you sets me aflutter;
Excitement n' loneliness pulsate at once.
Though I know not your earthly garb,
I know you; miss ya through n' through.
Through the years, I've pictured you,
If you can believe me, a thousand ways.
With almost every passing woman I asked,
Though silently, almost in prayer, "Is it you?"
If this is what I undergo, what do you feel?
I wonder what storms rage your heartscape.
They say that women are more emotional,
That their heartscapes are far more volatile.
So if I am wanting in our Creator's eyes,
I pray that He join us, at least for your sake.
As you must be the more precious of us,
Your dreams n' yearnings deserve fruition.