If I had your name, I’d call you out.
If you were the face I woke up to each morning, surely my days would never see the shadows.
If you were my song, I’d sing you out at the top of my lungs.
If you were my word, I would keep you safe on the tip of my tongue.
I have so many ideas of who you might be or who you could be.
I want you here and I want you now.
I want your eyes to be the ones that fill my mind and I want your sentences to float though my head like afternoon clouds.
I want you, my glorious summer morning; my evening wrapped in dew.
I want to know how warm your eyes would be to fall into.
I want to know that at the end of all my searching, you do indeed exist.
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