the distance has been growing longer while my heart seems to grow so much fonder of you and all those lovely things you do making me hope to someday be as unmistakably impeccable as you
and when you see me, what do you look at? the longing in my eyes or the tension in my lips and the way they yearn for yours.
and take me where you please, tell me what to take a look at raise my mind from the floorboards to the way your innocence sits reminding me of the purity of what i adore.
and some day will come where our fingers meet the skin of the other, under a shining sun and our story will truly begin.
with touch, with eyes meeting the others' never too much, not enough for another but enough for us to relish in and trust
so my dear, i hope to see you soon thinking of all the beauty i'd have to lose if i were to forget about you.