Love

I love you so much
its just that some oceans are between,
and eluded has the touch been .

I think of you a lot,
you in my arms,
with your eyes gently down,
and your hair lying around,
your scent becomes mine.

That you're beautiful,
and that your eyes speak
from behind the lashes,
and that the heart pounds,
beneath the feel,
just waxes even more, my zeal.

You speak love,
and you spread warmth,
you make my soul,
feel your charm.

and when the wet hair are uncombed,
and you are hurrying around,
when the rain is there,
drenching with you around
is in fact purging abound.

and I can go on....and on