the distance has been growing longer
while my heart seems to grow so much fonder
of you and all those lovely things you do
making me hope to someday be
as unmistakably impeccable as you
and when you see me,
what do you look at?
the longing in my eyes or
the tension in my lips
and the way they yearn for yours.
and take me where you please,
tell me what to take a look at
raise my mind from the floorboards
to the way your innocence sits
reminding me of the purity of what i adore.
and some day will come
where our fingers meet the skin
of the other, under a shining sun
and our story will truly begin.
with touch, with eyes meeting the others'
never too much, not enough for another
but enough for us
to relish in
and trust
so my dear, i hope to see you soon
thinking of all the beauty i'd have to lose
if i were to forget about you.