Mystery of Future Romance

From the response I've gotten to my poetry, maybe more writing is in the future for me. Thank you all very much for your compliments. No major comments from the starving artist today, just that I hope there really is someone like this out there for me. I told someone else to try this, and figured I ought to take my own advice.
hope someone enjoys it.
dan




Where are you?
Through all this pain
I hear you.
Your hair dances
like a melody on the breeze,
framing your face
with joyful noise.
Your eyes show your strength-
like a river wild running,
carving a path through
a world made of stone.
Your lips are something too
tempting to touch-
when I get there,
will I dare to?
Arms reaching,
pleading - never begging-
that one eyebrow raised
makes me wonder
if maybe I'll get tickled,
and the reassuring smile
reminds me I'll not know
until I'm caught in a fit of laughter
and then after, maybe you'll hold me
or maybe you'll run.
I imagine the light in your face-
long for your embrace,
all the while that sweet voice,
reminding me that
there is a choice-
that rewards come from fighting
and working
and praying;
where are you?
Though I can't see you
I hear you,
waiting for me there,
wanting me before you have known me,
the way I want you now;
saving all the kisses
you would have blown me,
as you sent me out to
take on the day
with all the love that I'd need
if you were already mine.
time stands between us
so I can only imagine us
in green fields with clean air
and countless hours without a care
because each carries the others' burdens-
and fills in the holes
that we've made on our own.