Who Are You?

Epistle about Love


Many are asking: who are you?
It is because they have not seen you,
they do not believe in you. Many see
but not with their eyes or hearts.

Because they do not hear you,
they do not listen. Words are leaves
at their feet.

They would not visit you
even if they knew where to find you.

When I first found you,
I was not even searching.
I had opened myself to whatever happened
and there you were.
Now I cannot stop talking about you.

My descriptions cannot begin to explain
what I know
and since I struggle with a vocabulary
failing to describe the indescribable,
no one understands me.

Who are you?