You stood there by the window
With a shroud of glossy light.
You spoke of joy and jubilation, of misery and woe.
Your lovely face a breath-defying sight.
I wanted so bad to hold you
Like a petal holds the dew.
And for the first time in a long time,
I ached to know it all.
Every story, every mission, every crime.
You appeared at once so giant and so small.
I ache with your passion and your allure.
You make me feel so full,
this time there may be no cure.
Maybe your kisses can remove the wool.
That has for so long covered my eyes.
So here I am my darling, dreading our goodbyes.
Reliving every moment that flew.
Absolutely crazy about you.

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love pulls visions of colour
and
strikes yearning with fire
screams appreciation
with hints of adventure
yet
it leans heavily on a fist of risk