Sigh Poem by Robert Kallend

Gentle touch for which I long,
Smile bright from eyes within,
Twinkling spark that melts the heart.
Salvation.

Draft of the finished article,
Alone and coveted by societies pull,
You do not notice, nor even care.
Ruination.

For now I will wait,
Biding time for the day of reckoning,
When I no longer hide in eternal darkness.
Desperation.

The day has arrived,
Eyes lock, hands touch, hearts connect,
I awaken.
Trepidation.