Please tell me…
Those three words open a window into a soul that yearns—not for possession or even presence, but for understanding. In Color Me Human by The Hermit, the poem “Please Tell Me” is not just a string of lyrical questions; it is the heartbeat of someone aching for a love they’ve never touched, never met, and yet somehow, deeply feel.
Surely, diving into this blog, readers can tend to experience a curious lover—the one who has dreamed of love before they’ve known it. The one who wonders if love is a whisper in the wind or a thunderstorm beneath the skin. If that’s you, read on.
A Love Not Yet Met
The curious lover is a rare breed. They do not seek love for validation or company. They seek to understand themselves through another—to learn what it means to be seen, felt, and known without speaking a word.
In Color Me Human, the poet explores this quest in the form of raw, aching questions:
“Can you see it in her gaze?
Will her eyes tell a tale?
That a thousand words could not?”
This isn’t someone who has experienced love and reminisces. This is someone standing on the edge of an emotional cliff, asking the wind to explain the flight before the fall. The poem suggests that love isn’t something one simply sees or hears—it’s a sensation that moves through all the senses. The eyes, the ears, the lips, the very scent of a passing moment.
The Hermit gently invites us to believe that true love is not just an emotion but a sensory event—a dance of signals, a storm beneath quiet words, a language without need for translation.
Longing Is a Form of Loving
What sets this poem apart—and what speaks directly to the curious lover—is the purity of longing. To long for someone you’ve never met is an act of imagination, but also of deep spiritual openness. It’s as if your soul recognizes a note in the universe, though it has yet to hear the song in full.
“Can you hear it?
In the soft whispers
That she saves only for you?”
These lines conjure the vision of a lover who exists somewhere in the future—or maybe in a parallel heartbeat—waiting with whispers saved only for you. What’s heartbreaking and beautiful is the assumption that this love already exists. You just haven’t arrived at it yet.
Love as a Sensory Awakening
There is something deliciously human in the way the poem describes love through the senses. The curious lover doesn’t ask if love will be logical or safe. They ask if it will intoxicate—if it will taste like wild strawberries, smell like autumn leaves, feel like silk sliding through memory.
When she dances in your memory?”
Here, the Hermit plays with an idea both ancient and modern: memory as prophecy. Even though the lover hasn’t arrived, the heart remembers her. It is not uncommon for people to say, “I knew you before I met you.” This poem brings that notion to life through sensation and longing.
Love’s Mystery Remains
At its core, “Please Tell Me” is not seeking a definitive answer. It’s seeking communion—with love, with the soul, with something greater than oneself. The curious lover wants to believe that love is real, even if it’s just an echo today.
The Hermit doesn’t give us answers. He gives us the freedom to feel the question in our bones.
So, to the curious lover:
Keep asking. Keep longing. Keep listening for the footsteps of love on the quiet floor of your soul. Somewhere, someone may be whispering your name without yet knowing it belongs to you.
Lastly, when love finally arrives—unexpected, inevitable—you’ll recognize her not because she looks how you imagined, but because she feels like every question you’ve ever asked.
