Poem titles stress me out.

A longing deep inside me
Exists
And sways in the breeze of untrollable thoughts
A yearning
for the touch.
There's a look
We all know
A hooked
heart
a comfort
even apart.

You are a mystery to me
The face with no distinction
But what I would give
To know who you are.

I will hold you someday.
I will try to take your breath away.

Your name will flow from my soul
As we meet, I know.