Becoming one. . .

I long for love, specifically, I long for her; to keep looking into her eyes and feel myself mesmerized. 

I long for her warmth; so my heart remain warm and filled with love. 

I long for her hair; so that I may get tangled in the fragrance and could never free myself. 

I long for her lips to quench my thirst which I do not want to quench as I want to keep drinking her wine. 

I long for a gentle touch and her soft cheeks. Most importantly, I long to provide my shoulder whenever she weeps.... 

I long to colour myself with the colour of her soul; draping each other's bodies and becoming one...