Darling,
I feel like writing to you when you are next to me.
That is the best option I have,
For I cannot paint your beautiful smile and cheerful laughter,
For you are seemingly an art, a poetic typology of words.

But you are now far away,
And I miss you so much.
Only words can convey the magnitude of me missing you,
Of your entire presence and existence,
Of moments we had together,
In sweet surrender.

Darling,
I wish to be your wings,
And you will fly up to the lilac skies,
To the yellow stars of the galaxies,
To the green places you have dreamed of;
When you do not feel at home, even when you are home.

I wish to be everything to you,
And devote my entirety to you,
To be the shoulder that you cry upon,
To be the arm that you lean on;
When you are sad, even when you are laughing to my silly jokes.

For the time and distance signify,
The barriers that separate the worlds of us.

But darling,
Fret not.
They do not make me love you less;
They make me miss you more.