one of importance for the expected answer shall resonate through time with me—
until my last breath.
She only smiles.
Then in heartening delight, she laughs.
It is her amusement that tells me her name is joy.
And when she talks, voice soothing and melodic, her name is kindness.
In the calm of her fresh dwelling, where she is willing to give me whatever I need—
whatever I want of her, her name is friend.
Yet, what I long to hear is her name.
Even with a passport to the comforts of her bountiful earth, she will not give it.
And so, I wait for the day...
when there is a name to the desire in my heart—
a name to the feelings that have stirred my soul.
My name is patience.
