I bring you flourishes of superb poetic sentiment
Superfluously inspired by my desires
To touch, to see, to hear, to be near,
To succor on the sweetness of your lips,

To worship your poetic passions,
In each verbal nuance, and embellishment
But not from such a terrible distance

To let whatever fury you possess
Consume me like a wave after it crests
Washing away the very core of my distrustful heart

It has been years since I saw the shores of love
Like a long lost utopia, Avalon still waits in the mists
Storms shadowing each precipice
You are dangerous but the perfect fuel
If you crush me I believe that I will bleed beautiful poetry
Still being better for loving you from such a distance