I rise in the light of day, early in the mourn. Not because it is instilled upon me as a natural habbit or a reaction planted on my brain at birth to rise with the light; NO! It is because I long to see your sweet face. To slowly peer into your eyes and lose myself in the maze of your divine iris of heavenly blue. I would hear your voice, and childish memories of play rush through me as the wind through the great plains on a warm summers day. My heart beats faster than the mighty cat on the sahara, to pounce on his prey with great triumph of victory, for each time I feel your soft skin I am reminded of the grace and divine powers above.
Shall I truly know such taste of the bitter sweet wine to touch my lips that remind me of your angelic smile and your honey kiss? Shall I taste the waters that run through the rivers of the earth that feed her as I felt the love run through my veins as the trout swim swiftly through the raging river? I long to feel your warmth and expose my heart to your eyes so that you may gaze upon true love. I long to feel your silky skin and to kiss your sweet lips. To whisper into your ear of your heavenly beauty and your magnificents. I am dead until then...I have no life. The utter feeling I long for the most is to tell you I love you, To Breath.