With strangest precision
I made the incision
Inherent decision
Impairing my vision

My search was defined
The day I went blind
It somehow aligned
For me not to find

Fictitious revision
Brought will to submission
A juxtaposition
Arranged inquisition

So speak from your mind
And tick with the time
Awaiting reply  
You tarry, you die

A simple kiss,
Is all I need,
To send me into complete and utter bliss.

Your soft lips pressed against mine,
Would be heaven to feel,
To have it again would be divine.

Your tender touch, soft as velvet,
Will stop the hands of time.
Your smile, brighter than the sun,
Will be my only sign.

To ask these things of you,
As a small request,
I beg only of your kiss,
To send me to my beloved bliss.