Tu Es Tout Pour Moi

Oh’ how I ache,
for all those
things you do gift
but are yet still,
to be remembered ..
And how I do
long for the scent
and the sense
of you near
and all around me ..
Yes and how
I do bleed into
sand, dust and dirt
and again
upon rainbows ..
And all for the sake
of saving a pair
of honour and souls ..
But how you
do frown when I lay
down beside you
and exclaim that yes,
I do indeed love thee ..