In Your Name

I am without words,
But your presence is poetry
In itself.

What is it to me
If I can't see your face clearly
In my mind?
Isn't it better
That I can feel your laugh rumble
In my soul;
Or taste the color
Of elation when I turn to
Walk away?
-Assuming the chance
To fall in your arms, eyes, and smile
Once again.
Even as I wait,
With baited breath and pounding heart,
A deep sigh
Echoes through myself,
And I feel a stilling calmness
Far within.

I will stop for you,
And quiet my inhibitions
In your name.