As my soul watches that ticking clock,
I see visions of your pure beauty hit like a charing shock.
These eyelids on mine fall down into rest,
I'm bough to majestic dreams in my head been against your chest.

I hang still in the air as I wait for your happy words,
oh how they mass as the if the gods inked them into herds.
These forming letters I conjure up for you run so true,
this we feel is for both long-overdue.

The wanting and needing to press my fragile lips to yours,
I digest thoughts of placing my fingers over your heavenly contours.
My hopes for us are pure as two white doves,
lets both imagine this shall be someday that purest of loves.