As the days ware on,
Slowly,
Painfully, 
My heart withers,
My heart dies.

It's beating growing slower,
Growing more laboured.

Aching to the point beyond ability to bare.
Aching from the inability to see you,
Be with you,
Or touch you.

Thoughts of you a bittersweet torture.
For they fill me with such joy,
Such want,
Such sorrow.

Wishing,
Hoping,
Wanting,
Needing,
Dying 
Each day to be with you.

If only I could see you. 
See your face, your eyes, your smile.
Then I could go on.

Until the ache grows again.

If only I could be with you.
Oh how I long to hear your voice
Until time stood still,
Until the world turned to dust,
Until the heart beats its last.

But must be content with
The brief moments
I am blessed with now.

Until the ache grows again.

If only I could touch you.
Feel your warmth as you hold me tight.
Breathe ing your scent
As it mixes and mingles with mine,
Melt under your loving touch,
Lose myself completely within our kiss.

Neither words nor actions
Could demonstrate my love for you,
Nor my pain of wanting
To be with you.

If only I could show you
My heart.
My very soul.
Only then could you be able to know
How much
I love you.
How much
I miss you.

How much my love for you 
Grows
When you tell me
The only thing
I long for 
With every fiber of my being.

For I know you speak true
When you tell me
You love me
And miss me too.