Every time I see You, I feel it.
That burning desire, that craving.
Maddening, maddening it is
As I reach out to grasp You, hold You in my hands.
Alas, empty air slips through my fingers.

Hot as fire is my desire for You, raging in body and soul.
So, so intense.
I crave knowledge of You...most of which will never be revealed until the bittersweet release of death.

Your words are spoken on the tongues of other men, though Your voice rings somehow familiar in my ears.

My first love, You will always be...
My last love, You are destined for.
An invisible ring glimmers on my finger..
My promise to You.