Nameless

It's nameless, 

it's like the nod of the head, My greeting is nameless

Like an urge to find something, When nothing in site remains nameless

It's like the taste of first coffee in the morning, Like zeal of wakefulness yet nameless

It's like the touch of a mothers hand, A shield that keeps away the ghost of worry but nameless

It's like smell of old books and ink, Nostalgic may be the moment but smell remains nameless

It's like the feeling I have for you, Like a concern that's nameless