This may probably not be one of my best but I am sure feeling this right now:
I tread the days dreaming of a world with you in it,
A dream that you may be here to live with me in it,
In all honesty, I am not a difficult person to deal with life,
Only steady and positive enough to be real during strife.
How I wish for you to be here with me now,
Yet you run, and chase storms, and chances avow,
And all those are just myriad minutes of a short escape,
Where that will pass, yet never constant- and so you stare agape,
And in wonder as they slip, and you there alone with empty hands open,
I look over you, I know this feeling with my own heart and I hope to be taken,
To be held, to be touched, to be kissed by you, yet I just watch,
Silently behind you and constantly knowing that I am your match.
I know this for I am, but you shun to see this because of this fright:
That I am the one but may restrict your dreams of greatness and might,
How can I? When I know that Love is not to keep or hold you in choke,
for I know you, your passions, your troubles and I will be there as you awoke.
I will hope for a day to come that we awaken without loneliness and want,
But to smile at each and the morn together and I am sure to warrant,
That being together, what you want I shall justly and rightly give, believe it,
For like you, I don’t want to dream anymore, but live in this world with you in it.