I know of what you speak, about your ache.
I close my eyes and I feel the longing, the yearning that can not be quenched no matter what liquid I try to fill myself with. It’s just a substitute, a “pretender” that does little if anything to cool the fire, the pulsating magma that enflames a wound that seems never to heal in a million years.
My Beloved! Return to me and make me the happiest being ever incarnated on this Earth. Oh, to look into those eyes, your eyes glancing at my face, feeling the warmth of your smile, a smile that sparkles and lights up my life.
Let me touch you once more. Smell your fragrance. Rich. Uniquely you. So gentle with me, with my tender feelings, my need to be in your presence at all times.
You understand me more than I ever could. You know me from deep within my soul, my very psyche. You are me. You possess me. You love me.
Say it. Say it one more time and I can accept anything Life has to offer. Even death.
My Love. My Dear. My Life.