Because I crave your kiss
Sweet like honey
On a cold winter's morning
When the smell of fresh pancakes
Fills the air

Because I crave your fingers
Tracing my curves
Like an artists pencil
Drawing a delicate flower
On the most fragile paper

Because I crave your voice
A sound so sweet
Even the birds stop to listen
Amidst their early morning flight
When the sun has just risen

Because you,