With the warm caress of a light wind kiss,
I see you, and do taste a light within,
which, as rare sustenance, offers the bliss
of fellowship’s fond consensual grin.
Whether fearful, morose, mad, radiant,
needy, loving, impish, wild, disdainful,
or prickly assert to be salient,
I still see you nothing but wonderful.
Whether here or there, beside me or gone,
passing my ever present thoughts or not,
your very essence will forever spawn
warmth I do treasure as treasured weak spot.
Ever I everywhere with without you,
which can never be construed as untrue.