The Longing

I do long to be with you To wipe you tears of sadness As well as your tears of joy To warm myself with your kiss on the coldest of winter nights And to refresh myself with your touch when the hot summer sun beats on my back To give me confidence that tommorrow will come and no matter how hard the wind blows, the thunder rolls, and the lightning strikes, we can ride it out To see your assuring smile the first thing in the morning And the eyes that I get lost in before our good night kiss To feel such security when I feel your body next to mine And such serenity when the aroma of your sweet skin fills me from head to toe I have faith that when old age is upon us, the memories of us that have stained my brain will take away the pain of our rotting bodies And the pain of the reality that all good things must end Because there is a bench in heaven Surrounded by beautiful pureness And there will be a seat saved for either me or you