In search of him

In search of him I wander,
meandering through the murky depths
of life.
I savour every thought.
Every word.
Every fleeting moment.
He waits.
In search of him I plod on,
winding through unknown passages
of thought.
I yearn for his touch.
Every smile.
Every glance.
He waits.
He makes not the first move.
He is no coward.
He says not the first word.
He is no introvert.
He waits..
For me to decide.
For me to give myself completely.
Without apprehension.
Without doubt.
He waits...
While I search for myself.
He waits...
For he has found me in him.
He waits
for me to find him in me.