I find that my thoughts,
as they so often do...
invariably and wonderfully...
unexplicably...
they turn to you.

You have coiled yourself,
in most deft serpentine fashion,
around the very substance of my soul.
You are ensconced inseparably...
within every cell that ever has been a part of me.

I have experienced my catharsis;
now I am cleansed
of all that might encumber me
from moving out of darkness, into the light...
one day, at last, to be with thee.

I cannot sleep but that I dream of thee.
I cannot wake but that I wake to endless thoughts of thee.
I cannot breathe, but that I long to breathe my breath with thee.
I cannot sing, but that I sing to vivid memories of thee.
I cannot whisper, but that I wish to feel the whisper of thy breath... on me.
I cannot live, but that I live...
in hope...
that one day you shall be with me.