I will will you into my existence
my darling, my dear.
How I do not wish to feel
the atmosphere for another second alone.
The seas crashing all of my hopes
onto another shore.
Or the flowery, beating, heart
with its sunshine veins most warm.
I want all of you right now
to exist, that or I want none of "that" present being
which cannot even begin
to compare "to all of this"
How I want, or should I say wanted back then
