Longing as for Breath

This potent love,
Striking true like a glove,
Into my heart,
Piercing to the lungs like a dart,
Driving out the stale air,
Of selfish care,
And apathy,
Leaving me,
Gasping with longing,
That I might bring,
In deep a breath anew,
A breath seasoned with you,
I long for a breath,
Like one trapped beneath the depth,
Of the sea,
Swimming up to be free,
I long to draw a breath deep,
So much my soul does nearly weep,
A breath of your sweet love,
Just inches above,
I long to pull myself to you,
And drink deeply in all I do,
Of your love, and expire,
Back my deep affection dire,
You are my souls burning fire,
Burning my unloving shadow in the pyre,
Built of my old self,
Of the boards, once composing closet shelf,
Let me breath once more,
Let me draw up to the shore,
And let me kiss the sweet sands,
On these precious lands,
Which are called Love, and Affection.
You who are my hearts only selection,
You, fair maiden of perfection,
To whom I write this reflection,
I long for your love more than air,
For your touch, more than care,
For your smile,
Than for all the wealth ever sent upon the nile,
For a respite,
From the dark of night,
Through the warmth of your touch,
But for now life is such,
That we must wait,
And I hold and trust to fate,
That God will let us draw breath once more,
Together on that distant shore,
In lands called Love and Affection,
Our marriage, blessed of God, to perfection.
I will wait,
For God's will and His chosen fate.