You give me the wings

in which to fly.

You give me the voice

in which to sigh.

Your words give me hope

for a brighter day,

illuminated with color

with no room for grey.

I want to wrap my wings

around you so tight

and not let go until morning light.

You bring pleasure unto my soul,

with such infinite passion,

oh so slow.

I have become obsessed

with the air you breathe,

that supplies to me comfort

unto which I cleave.

A slave of love

is what I have become.

I am in awe of you

down to the last crumb.

The idea of who you are

has electrified my senses,

though the miles between us

are many and far.

I seek your gorgeous face

to touch as if I were blind,

and my fingers to trace.

I long to feel you for the first time

instead of imagining it with my mind.

If only I could hear your voice.

I would give anything to have that choice.

One day, I know that fate will intervene.

The king will come in search of his queen.