the voice that calls.

I am in love. But this love of mine bears no name.
She calls me. Tender whispers that like light winds,
brush against my soul.
Helpless. Where shall I run to that which has no face?
Straining my eyes - see only a faint image.
Do not torture with your teases. Come closer, speak louder!
Searching the eyes of passers by, and hoping that voice within is the same.
Tell me your name? Let me touch your soft skin.
These lips have been saved for your lips and my Kiss!
Wanting nothing more or less than the voice that calls me.
You are in love. Can you hear me calling?
Quiet your mind for a minute or two... there.
Here I am and will always be. This... will never die!