Waiting for "Her"

I am an unwritten lyric,
trying to capture imagination.
I am waiting for her appearance,
to pen down a beautiful poem.

I am a rayless darkness,
waiting for the sunshine.
I am waiting for her arrival,
to ignite a dawn of eternal delight.

I am a quiet silence,
earless to the deafening chaos.
I am waiting to hear her voice,
to get immersed in soothing music.

I am an empty vacuum,
void and desperate to be occupied.
I am waiting for her to walk in,
to replenish me with her charm.

I am a waterless dryness,
anticipating rain drops.
I am waiting to feel her,
to submerge in the sea of ecstasy.

I am a barren land,
unploughed and futile.
I am waiting for her occurence,
to yield a perennial harvest of joy.

I am a nonreactive numbness,
contemplating a sensuous feeling.
I am waiting for her gracious touch,
to experience the extreme pleasure.