Betwixt the dusk 'til well past noon,
Beneath the stars or sun or moon,
In all the things I say and do
My thoughts, they oft return to you.
To see your eyes, to feel your touch,
My body yearns and craves for such.
To hear your laugh, to taste your lips,
To trace you with my fingertips.
To hold your hand and watch you stare,
To share with you the night's cool air.
There are no words which can express
Such simple, utter, happiness.
I want all of you, bad and good.
From daughter, wife, to motherhood.
To share your breath, to be a part
Of comforting your bleeding heart.
To hold you when you start to cry,
To be the wings with which you fly.
To be with you would be a dream,
Reality is cruel it seems.
But hope endures that one day we,
Shall make this dream reality.