I have lost hope. My life pouring out of my fingertips, slowly. All I ever now want to do is to see you. I know my time is growing older, far too quick for me to count. Days growing much shorter. The daily seizure of pain- your beauty. Though I've lost hope you shove your pride down my throat. Softly, kindly, swift. None other then you is for whom all I look for. I don't feel the need to speak to anyone else. All I feel the need for is to look into and for your ocean eyes- seeing the bottom of the sea in them.
How is so much beauty locked into one person? Locked inside fair caramel skin. How such perfection is inside only you? Your body physique is only one small factor of your  gracious gaze, and smile. Attitude to destroy the worst of storms.
I will be leaving that all behind soon. How I long to talk to you again- though I will never tell.
To lose you is my worst fear. My only fear.
Losing you?
Where would I be.
I think of so many things to tell you late at night. The moon most likely sparkling against your skin, reflecting the same color from your hair as moon. When I have the chance to speak, I become speechless. Your perfection awe's me. In the most graceful way.