Are You the One?

Where are you? Why haven't you come for me? I thirst for the embrace of our souls, needing every ounce of you, your taste, your touch, your smell, your essence.

Being without you has made me lose touch with why I exist. Please tell me, Where are you? Attempting to go on denounces reality, if that can be possible because reality, is now short of meaning. This burning from deep within knows only you can douse the fire which roars inside of me from the mere thought, you're out there. Can this all be a fantasy never to come true?

How much of this can I bear if you're not here? Each day the very core of me cries for the sanctuary of your fatalism. The light of day is dimmed by despair. I breathe for you, I live for you yet, you're not with me.

I caress myself, wanting you. I love myself, longing for you. The throngs of passion tear into my heart as if it's encased, by a sheath made of thorns.

I ache, writhing in this excruciating hell of no you. The thought of you recourses me, Where are you? This can't continue, I lust for you unpredictably, reaching out, screaming out, being without, bares my inmost emotions of what I am not without you.

Come to me please. Where are you? I miss you, never had you, and obviate before you're found. No one or nothing has completed me.

I cringe with the thought of never finding you, of all the ways I implore God for you, as yet I still, obtrude on his mercy. Will I leave this world never to find you? I ask the lord to favor me.

Having your arms around me will transcend heaven and earth. I bleed of desire, my ode accounts you, Let me foster our emergence one day beyond eternity, forever, space and time. I adore hoping to find you, wishing for you and living for you. Can't you feel the emptiness of my spirit? Life has produced many almost, but my fulfillment is still pending. I am nothing inside, not dead but, hardly alive.

This can't be in vain, my cry for what I've been missing, your touch stirs my soul and propels me to be better in every way.

All my life I never found one really true... they simply missed why I am here, toying with my conceptions of love only an empty vessel, an abandoned ship on the sea of life.

I believe, does that mean I'm lost? I pray. Is it without cause? I dare to dream to awake in your splendor. Come see about me, nurture my constitution. So I may rest my heart forever finally in your love. Are you the one?