mrdaft

I whispered your name last night. Did you feel that warm breeze grace your face, it was me touching you, letting you know. I wish I were there, I wish there was here. Wishing for the soft touch and the sweet caress that is so encompassing on my soul. When you looked into my eyes, you freed my essence that was locked away for so long.

The dream is still the same, never ending. The light appears and it disappears, god how I wish I was there, wrapped up in the warmth that you hide beneath the outer layer.

I hold my breathe, but I still keep on breathing through thine name. Angelic wings do not have to be made of sinews and feathers. Sometimes, what we cannot see it was what we feel the most.

Fading into nothingness, much like where I started. Sweet blossoms still cover the heart.

Born to here, never to leave or exist. My eyes were opened by you, and yours closed to me. I think it strange that we never met before but always knew we would. I held back for so many years to feel that touch, to know that place. You are my lady, and I am your man. Tonight let your light impale upon my soul the righteousness of what must be, and where we must go. I yearn for the day when I look upon your face and I too can smile