I love to see your thoughts
spread in darkened lines across the page
take form in an abstract grace

I love to see your words appear
written in warm breath across the cold
wrapping my name in mist

I long to see the world made new
lit gloriously, reflecting in your eyes
spoken in hushed reverent tones

I love to see you sitting there
curled up with a book I found with you in mind
fixed with intent on the world inside