The Sound

On some spring days
there is a sound in my chest
drawing and pulling
i can't drive it away.

Sometimes it comes
but then is blown away
by the flow of time

But sometimes it comes
and in spite of all that was revealed
i want it to stay.

Her look - more than stars
Her laugh - more than birdsongs
Lord, can I stay in this place?

Loving but not in love
desiring to live and give, but
only dying to self

How deep the sound goes
echoing without end
a sweet ringing in my soul

For this love I must wait
but
for now
until
the last day
I will find all of love, and her, in You