I want

. . . to be the breeze
that gently touches your face
the kiss that lingers on your lips
but, never leaves a trace

to be the sound of your heartbeat
strong as the tide
like the treasures of the deep
of what is hidden inside

to be the one in your dreams
when the darkness falls,
the first name on your lips
when the sunrise calls

to be the passion so hot
like the flame of a fire
the one that you crave
the one that you desire

©Christine Mc Climans