The Yearning

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.