I sit with abated breath as she types across the room
oblivious to the fact that as I type it is of  her for her a tribute if you must
why must I hide this when all I want is to tell her she encompasses all that I desire.
is it fear of rejection or the love of the chase, in asking I would know if she wanted to persue this in not I prolong my wait and possibly leave the door open for another to walk in and steal her away.
I have no claim but I feel a connection to her
am I wrong to want her?
am I not a man and with that desires for a woman that can only be saited by the pure passion the come from being with the one you cherish above all others.
she wanders over and peers at my words.
her smile warms my very soul,
as she lays her hands on my shoulders
our embrace is that of legends
and my very essence melts
and I am complete within my self within her arms.