The cool breeze whispers your name
It draws your spirit to mine though the miles are many
As with all the steps in our relationship, nature takes over
Gazing at the hills I picture your incredible face, and my heart is still even as my ***** burn.

All other sounds are forgotten as I focus on you, bringing
Your image and spirit to the forefront of my mind.
I long for your touch and my chest contracts while
I consider our first meeting.

So much I want to say,
So much I yearn to do.
And yet in this perfect moment:
All things are forgotten.
All things but you.