You

I cannot wait to be with you, to touch your face and talk to you. To see your smile, to see your grin, to see that look that never wares thin. To seek your eyes within your stare, that steely blue, silk, satin flare. To hold you close, to know and feel, that I'm the one that makes you real. And know that when you look at me, there is no place I'd rather be. Than sitting there within your grace, a special, warm and happy place. A heaven found so full and whole, centered deep within our souls.