Dying of words I long to tell You,
Becoming numb lost behind unforgiving walls.
Smoldering passions hidden under the surface of my skin.
Waiting to unravel, I constantly ponder asking You:
‘Do You realise I would pull the sun and moon down
From the horizon for You ~ if only You asked me to?’
But the words fail come out, moths fly out silently instead.
Through only touch
without a word I would grant You Heaven
beyond Your wildest fantasies.
If only You would gather me into
Your arms and surrender to the
passion betrayed by Your eyes.
I love You.