The morning bursts with aches of expectation, draws a day filled with sweet anticipation
of a side glance deep like the ocean azure,
a trail of golden wisps that drive my erasure.

In your absence, the ribs of my craving
unfurl an expanse of painful staving,
a delirious mist of endless gazing,
that has left my chest heaving and blazing.

You are the anchor of my yearning
that has left me twisting and turning;
in my sleep, you are the reverie dancing,
a melodious symphony entrancing.

From the warmth of your hand I extract sustenance to my desire;
in the depths of your eyes I find reprieve from a world on fire;
I find the heavens, and I am elevated ever higher.