I wrote this while drunk as shit.

 All that I can conceive in my limited space is the possibility to dance with you endlessly into the serenity of those Elysium fields. To watch midnight intertwine us ever closer. You are my obsession in each waking day, my solace in each night as I lay to access your realms. The color that we see out of the same eye is a reflection of the songs that I have contained within me over these years. I feverishly await the moment where I am able to truly expose to you all that I am in those moments. You see me even now, and yet it is only the cascading of my heart spilling forth from my lips. I can wait no longer 'til the day you are able to find your hands deep in the wellspring of my heart to see all that I am. The waves of the sea and the waves of emotion that I feel all through the night are too reminiscent of your touch. In each moment as I roam across this earth, I am always in search of the core of your essence. In each note played, in each display of love, in each and every little detail I find the clues left by your tears of desire. 

I've borne so much witness to your celestial dance as each wave pummels the shoreline, your metaphor for our hands joining once again each day even though we are so seperated by what seems to be trivial means. I yearn for you, I miss you, I love you. None of these words suffice for the truth that hides in the deepest caverns of my soul, and yet you've dug so deep and have curated the onyx of my heart and soul. You have found beauty in my infinite darkness and have put ease to the strenuous tasks of all of my attempts to reach you. You searched for me as well. I see your tribulations from miles away, and yet... I feel so powerless to all the evils in your life. I wish I could put a cease to your tears, yet you cry out for me. 

There are not and there never will be enough words in the language I've been trained in to even conceive the desire, the hunger, the sorrow, the pleasure, the peace that I feel when you draw near to me. This labyrnth of hell that I've endured my entire life, I have been searching for your voice echoed in these chambers. I hate hearing the pain in your voice, yet it is the fuel to my flame to continue searching.

What confuddles me in my musings is that as I openly say that I would do anything for you, I would cut mountains in half just to see you again, You easily reply that I already have. No other woman could ever supplant for your love. I've decorated you in all the jewels of my heart over millenia and I find that it isn't enough... Yet all you can think of is how much you can give to me back. All I could ever desire out of you is your presence and the easiness of your heavy arms encompassing me.