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?