For you I will wait
Through your persona you mesmerize
Yet how little do I realize
Innumerable passion you have to offer
Hidden deep within your coffer
Many have tried to enter
Yet no admittance can they muster
How can I gain entrance?
To what seems to be an enclave
Is there a key, a password?
I suppose am not the one
Better yet, the time is not now
The future maybe fruitful
But the mystique lingers for now
With hope I shall be patient
Patient for that which I desire
That which you hold with such secrecy.
I wrote this poem in 2006; just thought I should share it since I have hit a writer bloc for now.
