I long for her smile and the knowledge that it is purely a repacation of my being.
I long for to be the reason she laughs for joy with nothing but thoughts of me in her mind.
I am dying to live for her and to be ressurected each morning by a mare touch of her hand.
I yearn to be the clay of joy you mould with the hands of your heart until I am shaped with the image of your soul.
I am ashamed by my desire and broken by my love, and torn by the burning passion I have to give myself to u until I am no more but ur joy.
So as I lay awake tormented by ur need and darkened by ur lack I am at ease only in my mind as I am forced to face each day without you.
So here I stand dying in body and alive in soul to roam the earth once more incomplete and incoherent but still I live and hope you see and know that love is the love of true minds and our souls and hearts are what we need to love not our bodies. I may have not seen you but who you are and what you desire is embeded in my prayers and of this I know no greater love.