I Wonder

I wonder what it would feel like to be loved?  

Someone texting, calling--checking in:

Someone complimenting, spoiling or longing,

Conversations would be full of grins, 

Fingers wrapped together in their own private dance: loving. 

Tickling one-another; frustrated when misunderstood...
A plea to the heavens, short of begging.

How would it feel to hear, "I love you" with conviction?

The deepest secret spilled because it hurts to hold it in; 

Passion, comfort, desire, hurt, safety, 

Trust, joy, pain...Protection.

I wonder for me if this feeling will happen...
And if so, when?