If I could, I would sit and just listen to your voice.
I find that when I remember my times with you
What hits me the most is just how every time you speak
I could listen for a thousand years.
I have this little dream,
It's silly,
But I have this dream that someday
We'll just lay down together,
And talk for hours.
And slowly I'll know you, the you nobody else sees,
And I could trace the planes of your face with my fingertips
And not be wondering if I'd ever get to look into your eyes again.
The danger is this-
I want you, oh, so much,
You hit me like electricity.
But I also love you in the simplest of ways,
In the most innocent, the purest, the least demanding.
I love you in such a way that I could sit and look at you
And never touch you
For hours and hours,
And be content, comforted, ecstatic, to hear your voice
And watch how the thoughts dance in your eyes.
I love you in a way that
I could just be with you.
Near you.
Just the simplest, easiest thing in the world.
I love you in BOTH ways,
And that is why you bring me to my knees.
I want your mind.
I want your body.
I want your soul.
But I don't want to own any of those.
I only want to touch them,
To show you how beautiful you are,
To adore you unabashedly and ask nothing,
Thrilled at anything I do receive.
That is the most dangerous kind of love in the world,
And I am addicted to the way it moves me.
I want to touch you,
Not only to pull you closer in lust
But to just feel that you are there at all,
Just simply to be near you.
Your nearness cures in me an emptiness I forget is there until it is banished,
And that is why when you pull away, I feel the tearing in my heart
Distinctly.
I just want to be... near you.
It is a craving that goes beyond distraction,
Beyond fascination or infatuation.
It keeps me up at night.
This is what I've always been missing.
This is what I search for every moment of my life:
You. In your entirety.