The Mailman Strikes Again

I'm like the mail person,

No rain, nor snow, nor sleet, nor any other precipitation will keep me from anything.

And right now what I'm trekking through the snow for,

is you.

I long to hear your voice again,

singing to me,

for me.

A beautiful sound

that I dearly need at the moment.

A sound that makes me smile,

that makes me so happy inside.

I long to breathe in your scent once more,

to lie with  you,

and rest there.

Whenever I'm near you,

I am reminded of so many memories,

of you.

Your scent brings me back,

back to where I want to be.

I want to make you laugh again,

because I feel so accomplished when I do.

Like getting an A on a paper,

I love to hear you laugh.

I long to kiss your lips again,

for when I do,

I am always reminded I'm loved.

I long to play in the snow again,

to play scene it,

and kick your butt,

because it may be the only thing I can beat you at.

And we always have a blast.

I long to bake in your kitchen again,

to flirt with you while you mix cupcake batter.

Then,

while I give it a try,

I get so distracted and discombobulated,

I splatter it,

every which way.

I long to do all of the other things we do,

All I want right now,

is to be with you baby,

just you.

And instead of mail,

I'd deliver my love,

directly,

from me.