There's an all pervading feeling like white chocolate.

To lay next to your letters.
The smell of your perfume lingers in the air and in my soul.

This feeling I can't escape.
Your image flashing back in my mind as I try to rest.

Sweetness that threads my heart, punched through by the stem of the rose.

I toss and turn as I melt.

You chase away my pain.     Yet.

To have you near as I rest if only in my dreams.
I yearn.

To wish and pray and hope for what might come.

Where these hearts beet as one.

**** the postman.

Far off if to be.
Some day some where.
Sweet mystery to me.