Your words, they do enrapture me;
yet to me it seems

that maybe this is real...
only in my dreams

There is no pretense evident
I feign no false designs

You are the missing element
Sending all the perfect signs

There are no grave intentions here;
Only fleeting moments we must steal...

What you have said... I clearly hear,
I feel exactly what you feel

what you have sent in
in countless thoughts

is what you truly mean

There's nothing left
to hold you back

from reaching me unseen.

Alluding to your cryptic illusion
will not dissuade me now

For what you've felt as your confusion
is simply love that doth endow...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (transition)

The smell of the fire...
burning away anything else that didn't matter;
us - warmer than the firelight,

me - staring lovingly and longingly
into the depth beyond your eyes;

seeing only you;

your face, your shape, your need for me...

unable to escape

the feel

of your captivating essence;
the way you smelled,
like newly-fallen rain...

and to me,
you always will remain...

more than just a memory --

more than just a part of me;

entrenched within my soul...

the core; the very heart of me;

the half that makes me whole.