My twin flame!
My burning heart's passion!
Dance with me and strike this fire back to life.
Touch and caress me with your burning, desiring hands.
Burn holes into my skin with your fire-lit eyes
and maybe for a second, I become shy,
starting to flicker out.
Then kiss me with the force of an uproar of engulfing flames,
making us the comfortable type of warm once again.
Explore me and fill me with your heated passion,
use me for my warmth as I use you for yours.

Give me this fire of passion
allow me to be swallowed up in the flames
but do it quickly please,
before I flicker out.

Through the blur that my tears create,
still your eyes find my flooded ones.

Through my eye sight, which is comically terrible anyways,
you stand out even before my glasses.

Through the darkest nights,
still your voice guides me through the darkness.

Still, I see you.

It doesn't matter if I see you in two weeks
I miss you today.

As I lay in bed with thoughts of you, tears running down my cheeks,
I miss you today.

As I wait and wait and remain patient, it doesn't matter
I miss you today.

And no matter how many tomorrows I face,
they almost all turn into todays
in which I have to miss you.