Waiting

A poem explaing the where of a love questioned.

In the depth of your eyes
Are held our sincere passions
Stroking emotions with concealed words
of love
The caring swelling into that
same
Carefully I sense a twisting
of your heart's strings
Which I do pluck listening for
the first signs of your heart's song
for me
I Love You
does not come, but is felt
in each vibration of strings touched
I long to fall in deeper
swimming in your life
Make me to hear your love
I am there, standing
on the waiting, waiting
for your love professed