I want to love, to kiss, to hold thee.
On days I feel alone, choices made to flee,
I trust you will find me. To play glorious
melodies for you and I be honored by your
own talents. Soothing nights spent lying down
together, surrounded by silence as your
delicate touch accepts offered command over
Pain and misfortune pay their visits and our
bonds reach their limits or worse, are torn
asunder. However, precious time is spent to
mend wounds and produce new ties after the
results from tragedies.
Laughter turns to tears.
Running, then standing still.
I desire all that comes from you and you wish
to receive everything I give.
And those three silly words, they shall
continuously pass between us each and every day.
Being in your presence will satisfy the senses:
-Eyes I gaze into till my own grow weary.
-Taste of your lips, pecking them here and there,
until they are numb (nevertheless, they always beg
for another second longer).
-Speaking and listening, in tune with our idle
chat at all times.
-Content while making contact, sharing our heat
as seconds, minutes, and hours become a struggle
to distinguish from one another.
Alas, these words and joy are not yet reality,
residing only in my dreams.
You shall be revealed, but not until I identify me.