I Am Nothing Poem by cedar wind

I listen for but a faint whisper upon your lips,

But hear nothing,

I watch for your shadow or a glimpse of your beauty,

But see nothing,

I breath in deeply in hopes of finding you,

But nothing,

I wait in vain for your sweet caress,

But it does not come,

But still, I shall wait, watch, and listen,

For as the ancients still wander this earth I shall wander,

In hope of true love yet to still be found,

And if the moment does not present its self,

My sprit shall wander still,

For it shall wander for eternity in search of you,

And if it still finds nothing,

I will have became,

But Nothing.