*If only I could find the fluffy comfort of your embrace from my pillow
the chill of your touch from the smooth caress of my bed sheets
the warmth of your firm breasts from my bed while I rest
the solace of your voice from whistling of birds at dawn
or the violent murmurs of rivers soaked in pain by storming rain*
**If only I could find the saccharine succulence of your lips from honey
or rather from flamboyant nectarine April showers bloomed in June
the gold of your smile on the laughing face of the full moon
the fulfilled promise of the joy you lend my soul from money**
*If only the sky were as captivating blue as your hazel eyes
and the melody of your inspiration existed in musical beats*
**if only the curvature of the horizon was as fluid as your waist
the company of loneliness as welcome as that of a succoring guest
in the desolate nights clogged by frigid fog of your absence
and snow flakes of nostalgia falling from the skies of despair
fueled by the perilous weather in your climatic silence**
*If only dusk was synonymous to your captivating complexion
only then would I say that something else would stir an insurrection
but as it stands, no vivisection can match this tantalizing obsession
You own all of me, nothing can ever have all this attention and affection...*