You’re in heaven and do whatever pleases you. I please you.
You have a mouth and speak softly to me.
Eyes that know the curves of my soul.
You have ears that feel my breath; a nose that remembers my scent.
Your hands hold my dreams, walking, carrying me further than I thought possible.
Speaking, whispering romances, nuances that curl my toes.
To be like you, you who made me, loving me passionately, earnestly, unyieldingly.
What do I do now? What would you have me do? I’ll jump at the chance; to be for you.