I wither beneath your beauty
and soar below your skies.
to look up, I fear,
as if to meet my true demise.

Yet how I long the touch of your embrace,
the whisper of your heart
the sun upon your face
the glow despite the dark.

And though far from your winds,
yearns the desires of my soul,
your height I aspire, a breath akin,
to fill this lonely hole.