Raging spirals of eternal bliss,
swarm around my head, 
as if being attacked my millions of bees.
My heart yens for your touch,
if not for one last time.
My lips urns for your lips to pressed down upon my own,
so I can feel the intensity once more.
My body longs for yours to press down,
and pin me to the ground.
My mind weakens at the very thought of you,
as if I was never educated.
My soul escapes through the broken pieces of my heart,
rushing down the meadows of blue,
crashing against the rocks, once so warm.
Raging, 
spiraling, 
eternaling,
destined to find,
what is no more.