It is a longing, that will not wane,
it is a yeaning that will linger,
it is a cry that is silent,
it is a prayer that is whispered,
it is nod that is not seen,
it is a jab that pieces through my heart,
it is stares shot by others, wondering when will it be,
it is the unspoken questions on their faces that makes my heart bleed.
But it is his love that soothes,
comforting, shielding, and covering,
holding me dear,
it is this assurances, that keeps me hoping and holding on.
copy rigthed to Rina Tarir.