The Yearning:
In my tongue, you are the deepest metaphor
In my breath, a divine infinie melody
in my eyes, the embodiment of joy
In my body, my weakness
In my thoughts, the purest entity
in my mind, my sanity
In my soul, my perplexion
In my dreams, my ascencion
In my world, an eclipse
As for my expectations, you are fellony
In my universe, you are my yearning, the completion.
In my concious state, you are everything.
