I take with me inside
the knowledge of my mothers before me.
The passion thick within my breast,
the hungry beast howling to be released.
Yet there has been no one,
not one single man who has ever known me,
who has ever shown me the way.
I am an eager student yearning for the chance
to show my knowledge,
to share it with that one man,
but he is not here.
He perhaps may never be,
but I cannot think on that.
I cannot believe that I will be lonely forever,
I will not but for some reason I must wait.
I am meant for someone who needs me,
yet this painful frustration builds and destroys me
piece by piece,
as I reach out across the endless sea of life
for his hand.
I am quiet and tired of living each day
feeling attraction not reciprocated.
I tire of this lonely existence,
unable to grab hold of anything to keep me steady,
for now seeing visions of his sleepy eyes
gazing into mine and hoping,
the wait is not too long.