I speak for him
in  soft  whispers
delicate annunciations
     that linger
on my   craving   lips.

I lust for him
With   trembling   hands
    ineffable
             anticipation
    of feeling him
under my   eager   palms.  

I breathe for him
  in   breathless  gasps
startled by    his   disposition
   inhale and
exhale
swollowing profound ecstasy.

I hope for him
When   his  world
  Crumbles
bleak and desolate
      Amity discovered
a beacon of   immense   light.  

I love for him
beyond   comprehension
and far   past    reason
    Invoking
this rectified heart to beat
only
   for him.