So I Will

It's because I can't write
a poem about love
that is really without
either fire or tears
and even so saying
I touch still this one,
but I wanted to say
as we blanket our fears-

It's the way that you walk
like you know that I'm looking
it's the way that you sigh
when you know that I'm sad
it's the way that you smile
to cover my words
and the way that you touch
when I turn.

I want to be
the light in your sight
the skip in your step
and the hush on your lips
and the wind at your back
that will push or caress you
and sing to distress you
with inklings of breath.

So now that you know
you may stay or may go
but remember I've lettered
my farewell so slow-
I wait for the time
when the waiting is through-
when the blanketing rips
and the truth spills to you.

This one needs some help - I'm worried that people might read it and go "what the heck..?" So if there are any parts where you are really unsure what I'm going on about, just let me know and I'll try to clarify. Also, if there are lines that seem trite... that can be annoying.