You Are Air

You have my heart Yet, I struggle to have yours In my hand. Your touch awakens goosebumps In every angle of me. Yet, my hands cannot get a hold of you. You are air. Yes. So I would never have you Wrapped In my arms In the cold of night. You are air. Yes. I have stopped dreaming Of you and I cuddled together in bed When the Sun goes to sleep. You are air. Trust me. I will inhale too much of you Inside, if I can; That way, I can feel you Running through my veins In a romantic vein. That way, I will breath you To live. Even while I die For your warm embrace. You are air. Yes. But I will never stop trying To hold You in my arms Till I am no more.