Feelings of depth and meaning,
Touch and seeing
The warmth in the stomach
At the same time the heart that sinks.
As the fire dies down,
And her face fades with it.
A breath from the one next to you,
As you drift to sleep.
The passion same as music,
Drives you to become one.
Yearning when the one is not there
And the feelings of completion when she is.
The hand that touches yours,
In times of need and grief.
Hope that one day love will return,
Once it has been lost… Not never to return.
Experience love when it is present,
Thus not to regret missing it when it is not.