I’ve danced with your photographs
and set myself ablaze
so you could keep warm
by the fire in my heart.

I’ve spoken with the scent of your skin
and fantasized about the passion
that lays buried in the garden
of your soul.

I’ve climbed to the peak of
the mountain that is
every "I love you" we’ve ever shared
and valiantly planted my flag.

and in the process
I have become
the happiest man
alive.