Stormy nights or summer breezes..
The sun rises and sets with you..
Devoid of you I die a thousand deaths..
Feeling a violent thunderstorm swelling profoundly within me..
I wait impatiently for you to gift me with your exquisiteness..
In the mist of you, I soar up into the air..
Loving you a bit too treacherously..
Like Icarus, flying too close to the sun..