I NEED YOU TO KNOW...

 Samuel is yours as the mid year air at evening is

caught by the aroma of linden blooms,

As the snowcap glimmers with light

Loaned by the overflowing moon.

Without you I'd be an unleafed tree

Impacted in a dreariness with no Spring.

Your adoration is the climate of my being.

What is an island without the ocean?

You brought me daylight

at the point when I just saw downpour.

You brought me giggling

at the point when I just felt torment.

Heartfelt on the most fundamental level?

All consuming, instant adoration?

Have I known you previously?

God! This feels so right!

Have I met you previously?

Some other time, somewhere else?

Assuming it's just a single evening,

will it bring us shame?

What are these sentiments?

Must they be impermanent?

Just to fulfill you

appears to be so essential.

I need you to know,

because I will always remember -

knowing your grin,

your kisses but…

Dreams are something,

that can't work out as expected all the time,

nothing more we can say,

nothing more we can do.