TITLE: MORE!
My tongue sticks to the roof,
of my mouth,
and I can't describe,
how I feel,
but I just want to do more.
No longer,
hovering over you,
as the morning sun,
but also be there,
as your moon,
In your darkest hour.
No longer,
to adorn you with my words,
as a jewelry,
but to write new pages,
a thousand and more,
in the books of your happiness.
No longer,
to feel you everywhere,
sensing your touch in thin air,
but I want you wholly,
stitched into my heart,
Our feelings and scars knitted.
No longer,
to rue the day,
or curse the night,
when you're farther than arm's length,
but making it an alergy,
be unable to survive it.
No longer,
should you be of my love,
so sure as day and night,
but do know,
all of me is not the end,
there'll always be more.
©TheUltimate