Like a child not yet able to speak,
desiring an object just out of reach
Not knowing exactly the action required
to satisfy this basic, most intrinsic desire
Not capable of obtaining it all alone,
and lacking the ability to express in words
This need which is all consuming,
and to another make it known

Like this child is how I often feel
as I so pathetically and wantonly appeal
For this pleasure I so desperately desire
to be singed by passions fire.
To know that which can not be taught,
and express my feelings without words,
to explore the labyrinth of your heart,
but my cries are all for naught