If there isn't anything in the world I can have, but I can have you, it'll be enough.
It doesn't have to sound profound to be pristine.
It's always been as simple as you and me.
With no words in between.
I find sometimes that I speak where I ought to have said nothing.
Words are too loud for what the soul has to say at times.
In such rare silences is where our innermost selves synchronise.
Speaking in a language long since forgotten.
The dialect of the eyes.
Where yours are lost in mine and I'm stuck watching on the side.
Observe you fantasize about what wonders you will find.
And as you probe you find the hunger that nothing else could satisfy. Nothing but you.
That hunger actively seeks to devour you. All the knowledge of all that you are.
Knowing that if there wasn't anything in the world I could have, but I could have you, it would be enough.