The emotions of a poet who calls himself 
"Uootem"

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Deep inside my being
          echoes a faint whisper
                    not heard over the noise of today
                                      for its sound is only here in my mind....
it still calls your name
          then sits back and
                    patiently listens
                                      for yours to do the same...
but yours never answers
          then again, the beckoning repeats
                    in hopes on some special day
                                      your soul will hear it
and recognize the sound
          as something familiar from your past...
                    and then you will remember
                                      I just know it... I have to believe
and then we meet again.