Absence of Scent and Loss of Sense

Even now without her

her scent can still sustain me,

breathe life into my soul

Every minute I endure without her drains me,

every hour leaves a gaping hole

Every move I make is to her,

each step I take my gain

With the courage that I am worthy of her

a bravery that she may feel the same

With Tingles and Shivers 

My mind and movement draws me forever to her

The butterflies that fill my stomach

Dance and bound with joie de vivre

I know so very little of this world

But I know I will love her till my end

she is my constant in this world's confusion.

she is the north most point from all the noise.

If she would ever be just mine alone.

She'd be my sun and my home.

And I would not find myself every inch on one's own.