Agape

I love you.
But, no, even those three words
Can't convey the amount of feeling
That resides down to my core.

It's more than wanting you
Because of course I crave you-
The taste of your lips
And your bare skin beneath my fingertips.

It's a burning need,
As though I'm a sunflower
And you are my sun.
When you're gone, stormy clouds reign.

Yet still, words fail me
As I try to describe the bond
That ties your heart and mine
So that my heart beats in time with yours.