I'm breathing you in. I'm taking the steps.
I'm enamored by all that you are. All that you do.
I beg for your touch, just to feel you.
You hold my everything.
You are everything.
You tell me to move, who am I to question you?
Every breath you breathe shakes me to my core
And at just the very mention of your name, I'm a wreck.
A sobbing, weeping mess on the floor and still, for me it isn't enough.
It never will be.  
All you ever ask from me is all of me and dare I say I am not worthy.
Forgive me that the words escape my lips, my heart, without a second thought.
I never meant to waste your grace.
As I sit in your presence inhaling the sweetness of your existence,
I find myself coming to my senses.
I haven't breathed in the fullness of all that you are.
I haven't taken the steps to fall over the cliffside of your love.
Had I breathed you in or walked in your footsteps, I'd see that you are love.
You are joy.
To take in your existence is to live out your existence.
If I do not live in your existence and put my existence to bed,
Have I ever really begun to exist?