Beyond piles of miles, the link is still sniff.
Hearing your voice like were my whispers,
Granting me goosepumps like plagued boils,
Of times your hair strokes strike my neck.

Those silky hands that lured me close,
Relaxing currents of my anxious wild heart,
As the voices of your heart sang to mine.
Reviving my soul with your generous spirit

I understand not the things you do,
That recesses every concept time owns.
I trust the work of thy courageous hands.
That let my bones piled as God did pile.

Looking at us dangling in the wall frames,
Inspires sunlight ideas from your smiles.
Freeing skies from numb nimbus clouds,
In tense moments of tight decision brewing.

I know not, if the words i picked fits fine.
May this note of memories be a relic,
That, "My Abiding Love is for You"
My glorious gifts that makes it all fine.