i plead to your psyche
hold on...
such torment will pass
if not now
rest assured it will..
eventually...

if thoughts came alive
then we would never part
each moment's passing,
evokes such a wanting,
to touch your face..
to feel your embrace...

i long to hold your hand
hoping to quell your anxiety
such elegant handsbeauty materialized...
in silent contemplation
i wait...
ever vigilant
sensing even the slightest hint
of a presence belonging only to you

solemn as a prayer
i yield to your mercy
hold true such words
shall it never wane
till every morrow suffers its end
to endure such
fabricated pleasantries

without thee...

without thy love...

would be unthinkable...