It is with deepest yearning and a hungering need that I find myself thinking, obsessing, possessed by thoughts of you. With you resting upon my chest at night, the scent of your hair filling me- I was whole, complete. Now I find myself tossing and turning alone with a need I did not know until you showed it to me. Were it just the fire within any man, I could endure, but the forests here no longer ring with your laughter. The lake's waters are empty of your reflection! I talk aloud of my heart, and only the wind drones in response. All is less in my world when you are not here. I must see you, or I fear I will go mad. This Wednesday night, I will come to you, and we shall dine first on a picnic walk there, and, all the gods of love willing, then each other's lips. Let us make a gift of our bodies to each other to give sign to our hearts needs! Let me worship you with my hands and praise you with a tongue that will not be speaking as it does so. Part your azure waves for the rocky coast of me one more time, I pray you, and let us be whole again.