The language of love

Seared into my gaze, yet fading
Wrought into my step, shaking it off
Searching for the comfort that's unending
Accumulating confidence previously cast off

How could you have seen me
But been so wound up in fears
Unable to reach out, you were
Though I gathered you near

Reinvesting in the notion of affection
Somehow I've done so long without
Friendly ministrations recall past soothings
An antithesis to sweet nothings

I'll crave warmth from the people around me
I'm allowed to grow through endearments
Given and received, an atmosphere of generosity
Looking forward to the love generating velocity