Her
I ache for,
I lay flesh upon harm for,
I pray to all heavens for,
She
Is a sunset and sunrise,
The hush of wind through a summer forest,
The comforting warmth of a log fire in winter,
Her
Body is the source of all my carnal passions,
Mind the seed of my growth,
Soul the sun to my moon,
She
Is the air I must breathe,
The water in which I must bathe,
And the elixir to all my pains
Her
Presence shakes my very structure,
Breaks down all my walls,
Opens my heart
She
Is my waking dream,
The one I have always knew was coming
My half
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