We

As time goes on, and our love grows;
how your lips feel on mine, none of us knows.
I dream of that day when I get to smell the shampoo in your hair
and I get to gently kiss your cheek
and touch you " there ".
What we have is special, nobody can deny that.
What I want is you to touch, and hold you tight until daylight.
That day will come for us I am sure.
I guess my love is much more than a mere little cure.
It is the morphine I need to make my day whole.
It is the food I need to make my body more than a soul.
It is the air I breath.
It is the fire that consumes me.
It is the sun in my cloudy day.
It is the "e" in the wonderful thing "we"