Her: Part Three

I’d live for your smile.

I’d die for your kiss.

Your sweet singing laughter.

I’d forever miss.

 

I’ll fall into the fire.

Of unrequited desire.

But walking without you.

Is walking through mire.

 

I dream of your lips.

Your soft fingertips.

Asleep by my side.

Hands resting on hips.

 

But a dream’s all it is.

The happiness and bliss.

So far out of my reach.

The reality is this.

 

I wish I had time.

To make you all mine.

But the sad truth remains.

That I’ve run out of rhymes.