the thought of your ocean breeze tousled hair soulful eyes locked on the horizon

if i could sketch you with the skill of monet the art would suffer in comparison

it is impossible to capture your heart which shimmers in the most beautiful way

best to love you from afar where my sharp tongue can deal no cuts to your perfection

to only dream of holding you close to my skin stretched over broken glass memories

let the sun kiss your skin each morning and know it does it at my frantic behest

as the wind pushes your shirt against your skin know it is my arms around you

each wave that touches the shore is my lips upon yours without end never enough to sate

while i know it will never happen it does not stop the dreams does not quench the thirst

i must live with the contentment that you are out there, that you exist, and it is

enough