Naufrague

I hope you feel blessed, and I hope the sun shines upon your gorgeous face when you feel as though you're stuck in a moment of darkness. I hope the wildflowers you peek upon rise up towards your lips and plant the essence of their wilderness upon you, just to keep you wild.    
   
I hope you grow in ways that enable you to see past the past, after recognising the turning point in which you've emerged upon, as the core of your frustrations diminish while I rub the ache from your shoulders & temples and inhale the scent of your day, knowing that you've carried me within your heart throughout.    
   
I hope you savour the taste of all that my lips might proffer as you seek to find your name upon them, and I hope you sip upon the wine we make when you're tangled upon my limbs as I marvel at the way in which you temper my breath as it mingles upon yours.    
   
I hope you know that you'll always be my absinthe as opposed to a chai latte, and I long to find you in the stillness within a chateau on a quite sunny Spring day after I've travelled through the harsh chill of Winter, and I hope you keep me in the depths of you, just as I do you, until that moment arrives.