“What do you Crave?”
Was the question she asked,
And the answer was simple I knew.

“Your soft hand in mine,
To hear the beat of your heart,
And to gaze at the stars beside you.”

“The touch of your hand,
The light in your eyes,
Your soft smile that lightens my heart.”

“The curve of your hips,
The sound of your sighs,
And your kiss when each new day starts.”

“The scent of your skin,
The taste of your lips,
The look on your face as you sleep.”

“To be by your side,
And hold you at night,
To wipe the tears from your face when you weep.”

“The sound of your laughter,
Your hair in my hands,
To name a bit more than a few.”

“My craving is simple,
My dear lady, my love,
What do I crave? Why, all of you.”