Place the tip of your finger
Upon my lip
Kiss all that I am
I will breathe in our tomorrows
For I see you waiting
Quietly
Never making a movement unneeded
Responding only when asked
Kiss her brow
And say I'm truely sorry
But you can not be hers
When still your lips hunger
For the passion which is ours only
Holding on
Is hurting
Doing what is expected
Making do with moments of Bliss
When what you need is moments
Of this love we shared
So sort out
What you need to once more be free to choose
Messages are all around me
I feel you
Closer
I wait
I am ready
When the moon is high
Beckoned by the sun  to stay
In the sky just a little longer than it should
The magpie message
Will be recieved gratefully