My heart,
It longs.
For her.
For her eyes,
Bright and alive,
To look at me,
And truly see me.
For her smile,
The curve of her sweet lips,
Calling to me,
Making me weak,
With its happiness and purity,
To be for me,
Because of me.
For her kiss,
My desire,
Her warm,
Inviting,
Intoxicating,
Lips,
Pressed against my own.
For her touch,
Her skin against mine,
Her soft hand in my hand,
Her warm embrace,
Making my body a wild fire,
And my heart race a thousand miles in a single moment.
For her love.
For her love to wrap around me,
A blanket keeping me warm and safe.
For her love to make me defy gravity,
Causing my heart to be lighter than air.
For her love,
To match my own.
I long for her.
Her everything.
Every flaw,
Every imperfection,
Every trouble and thought,
Every good day and bad.
Every laugh,
Every cry,
Every smile.
Every inch of her body,
Every inch of her mind,
Every inch of her soul.
I love her.
I long for her.
And for the day,
She becomes mine.
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Breath
Poetrybreath /breTH/ noun archaic the power of breathing; life. synonyms: life, life force