Wandering, with no path in sight

 When I see you, my heart skips a beat,
but when I don't, it stops altogether,
suspended in the syrupy weight of your absence
and waiting for a reason to resume it's rhythm.

These feelings, wholly unbidden, unwanted,
occupy my every waking breath;
your name always on my lips,
in exultant joy when you are near,
or unbearable longing when you are not.

You have claimed me so completely
that I hang on your every syllable,
each one prized as a precious gift,
and I am always left yearning for more.

I find that have lost myself in you,
yet, if honesty is to be had,
I would have it no other way;
for what better a place to be lost, than in paradise?