I have longed for you,
long before the journey began.

I carry you with me,
though my lips dare not speak.

You love to linger
beneath the vast blue sky,
watching the lake in stillness.

You always hide behind the green leaves,
never letting me catch a glimpse.

I have loved you,
long before we ever met.

Meaning is an invisible lover.
She is unpredictable,
like the shifting sky.
When pain and coldness creep in,
she vanishes,
leaving you to weep alone.

But on a bright afternoon,
when sunlight pours over,
as birdsong drifts by,
even in solitude,
you can feel her near,
whispering softly.

This unseen lover—
sometimes a banner of crimson,
sometimes a field of untouched snow.

This endless waiting,
shapeless and unknown.
Perhaps you must claim a piece of earth,
build a house,
sweep it clean,
and bring her home.