when skies are grey

the cold of winter
chills me to the bone
i wish you were near
to hold me close
your warm breath upon my cheek
your hands upon the small of my back
your scent filling me
heating me from the inside out
i cannot love you more, nor less
my love is a constant
like the tides of the sea
or the changing seasons
i flow into you
surging motion
a constant presence
always thoughts of you