I look for you in every sip of wine that I drink where I can spill out my words to reach your lips.
I look for you in the fine taste of each syllable, in the savor of each phrase, searching for the sound of your voice to calm my being.
I look for you in this haze of bliss filling my heart of pure sweetness.
I’ll never have my fill.

A heavy weight on my chest piercing my heart and crushing my lungs making me unable to breathe. Only you can heal me after breaking me.

I have seen beauty in your eyes radiating brighter than sunshine.
I have seen an angel in your soul like a gift from Heaven about giving celestial love.
I have seen poetry in your eyes pushing me to write love ballads with a flame.
I have seen the sadness you display when you are feigning happiness knowing that beauty has gone away.
Your eyes are filled with emptiness.
Believe me if I say that I would take your pain away, if I took my breath from me.
When I look into your eyes, I see sadness deeply hidden.
I want to fill your heart with peace, and see the joy in your face.
All the troubles that you have seen would be forgotten with the past.
I would wipe the tears from your eyes, before they ever start.
I would sooth your weary mind and heal your heart.
I have this master plan, that will take your pain away.
It really isn't difficult.
I will just love you every day, but if only you let me.

In my mind, I counted down the breaths until I was almost gasping, reaching out to exhale just in time to stay alive, and I am conscious enough to close my eyes and describe this feeling as breathless.
Short words in each pause, and I am only listening with half of my heart but the meanings are not lost on me, no I am aware of the definition of this feeling.
Short words joined spell
Breathless
The more I sink down
The less I need saving
Call me breathless
Breathless as I breathe in
Breathless as my lungs are filled between the words that form my ribs and crack my skull and bend my spine, and as our fingers intertwine, the oxygen spills forth from skin to skin and even my hands are having trouble staying study.
As life rushes in while, the world disappears and it all falls apart, while we fall in time with the rise of your chest and the downbeat of mine.
I am blessed with keening, sweet silence and through the clouds my mind is clear with the knowledge that there is nothing wrong with being breathless.

Every thought I have is fueled by you.
I start rolling up in words I'm not controlling.
I lost the trace of time.
I throw myself down and write some poetry, because that is what will keep my emotions alive and well.
That is my remedy, to never give up on myself.
I listen to your voice in my head, but the things you tell me scare me beyond belief.
I do not know why my mind came up with you.
An urge to say a lot, what prohibits, to speak out that which in the heart inhibits?
It's time to open the windows to your soul.
Your eyes no longer see.
Your ears no longer listen.
Your heart no longer beats.
Open the door to your heart.

Vida mia
Alma mia
Amor mio

I am typically good with words
I can string them together to create something similar to when you look up and see sunlight streaming through overhead trees while standing in the middle of a dense forest
I am typically good with words and I have strung plenty together about you but i am getting to the point where the letters are slowly disappearing from the dictionary in my mind.
You have taken my vocabulary and jumbled it up stealing letters, replaced with late nights thinking of what it would be like to place my hand on your chest and feel your heart beat.