I know that words from me are as insubstantial as smoke.
I know that good things come to those that wait, and I have waited oh so long.
I know that there is a strong wind blowing out of the north, may it carry you swiftly to me.
I know that my life has been spent waiting for one such as you, I know that it should surely be well worth the wait.
I know that my need for you is an iridescent vibration of truth.
I know that I feel you, crystalline, at my very core.
I know that weeks might go by without word from you but when that silence breaks it's like bursting from the depths of darkness beneath a chrome-yellow sun.
I know that I long to be saturated in you; taken into the darkest of your waters until day sours towards bitter twilight.
I know that one day we shall dance beneath cotton sheets, graceful as starlight at the edge of night, for we, you and I, are meant to be.
I know that our time surely must come, for the wait has been unbearable.
I know that the time is here, the time is now, come to me.
I know that I will love you.
Now tell me, love, what do you know?
