My fingers tinker. They tinker up and down my leg. They once witnessed my mind have a vision, where they played a piano. I think they are putting a demand, on what they saw. A demand to play for you.
They want to get dirty and paint another art piece. Make another card. Write another poem for you. Another ballad about you. Another symphony for you.
My ears itch. They itch to hear another promise from you. Another oath for you, another story from you, anything more from you.
My legs twitch. They twitch to dance another tune for you. Another beat for you. Another praise for you.
My ears awake. They awake to see another dimension of you. Another facet of you. Another side of you. Even when they close to sleep at night, they hand over sight to the mind. To see you again … in a dream; A dream about you.
O Father. O Lord of all the earth. O ye the epitome of love. You have cast a spell on me. A spell to love no other. A spell to want no other. And yearn for more of you, every increasing hour.
My heart beats. It beats by you. In you it beats and pounds and has its being. Words can’t fully express how I revere you. You know my heart God, and out of its abundance I write.
That a realm called more is where I live now. Having all that concerns me revolving around seeing you more, hearing you more, singing for you more, writing for you and about you more, dancing for you more, breathing you more and living for you more!
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