My Heart's Longing

Just a little something I wrote.

I see her face as I sleep. A beautiful angel, with eyes filled with life and wonder. A heart as pure as spring water, and a laugh as fresh as autumn air.

I fear speaking to her. I fear that I will ruin what friendship we have. But I must speak to her. I must tell her how my heart longs to feel the rhythm of another heart-beat. I must tell her how I wish to bask in her aura; an aura as warm as a summer breeze, as sweet as a spring tulip, and as alluring as warmth in winter.

I long to hold her. I wish to love her as any man should love a woman. I yearn to speak to her; about life, and what’s on our minds. I desire to kiss her lips, and dry her tears. I will be the bandage over her broken heart, and the pain-killer to help her restart.