The Fire

Every time I see you I step into a dream.
Your eyes are like the rich blue to a fire and make my heart sing.
As you look down and the light touches your face
I'm in a whole new world surrounded by your grace.
Your voice is one I can distinguish from all.
Because when I hear it I always seem to fall.
I fall into a dance with your words- your thoughts.
They caress my soul and nourish wants.
My eyes tend wonder along your stature
and with that they imagine a moment of pleasure.
Lust is one thing but it's not all I see
I honestly feel you are a part of me.
You could just be a piece to my puzzle called life
but I know that puzzle can't be complete unless I've got you by my side.
You are a rare species that I'll always admire
mainly because you are the fire.
The fire to my day
the fire to my week
the fire to my soul that always seems to speak.
It speaks to me that you're a necessity
not an accessory.
I'll always look for you when I know you should be near
I mainly hope, though, that you will, one day, call me, "Dear."